Quotes About Eternity

Immortal amarant, a flower which once In paradise, fast by the tree of life, Began to bloom; but soon for man's offence To heaven removed, where first it grew, there grows, And flowers aloft, shading the fount of life, And where the river of bliss through midst of heaven Rolls o'er elysian flowers her amber stream: With these that never fade the spirits elect Bind their resplendent locks.

Still paying, still to owe. Eternal woe!

WE know no time when we were not as now..

Many a man lives a burden to the Earth, but a good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit, imbalmed and treasured up on purpose to a life beyond life.

how wearisom Eternity so spent in worship paid To whom we hate. Let us not then pursue By force impossible, by leave obtain'd Unacceptable, though in Heav'n, our state Of splendid vassalage, but rather seek Our own good from our selves, and from our own Live to our selves, though in this vast recess, Free, and to none accountable, preferring Hard liberty before the easie yoke Of servile Pomp

Heaven's last best gift, my ever new delight.

Immediate are the acts of God, more swift than time or motion.

What think'st thou then of mee, and this my State, Seem I to thee sufficiently possest Of happiness, or not? who am alone From all Eternitie, for none I know Second to mee or like, equal much less.

And ignominie, yet to glorie aspires   Vain glorious, and through infamie seeks fame:   Therfore Eternal silence be thir doome.

a dark Illimitable ocean, without bound, Without dimension; where length, breadth, and height, And time, and place are lost;

For who would lose, though full of pain, this intellectual being, those thoughts that wander through eternity to perish rather, swallowed up and lost in the wide womb of uncreated Night?

The link of Nature draw me, flesh of flesh, Bone of my bone, thou art, and from thy state Mine never shall be parted

For Death from Sin no power can separate

One who brings a mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. What matter where, if I be still the same, and what I should be... And what I should be

Upon her Center pois'd, when on a day   (For Time, though in Eternitie, appli'd   To motion, measures all things durable   By present, past, and future) on such

all my bliss.   Scepter and Power, thy giving, I assume,   And gladlier shall resign, when in the end   Thou shalt be All in All, and I in thee   For ever, and in mee all whom thou lov'st:   But whom thou hat'st, I hate, and can put on   Thy terrors, as I put thy mildness on

whose eye Views all things at one view? He from Heaven's height

But past who can recall, or don undoe? Not God Omnipotent, nor Fate

Doctrin which we would know whence learnt: who saw   When this creation was? rememberst thou   Thy making, while the Maker gave thee being?   We know no time when we were not as now;   Know none before us, self-begot, self-rais'd   By our own quick'ning power, when fatal course   Had circl'd his full Orbe, the birth mature   Of this our native Heav'n, Ethereal Sons.

till we end In dust, our final rest and native home...

May I express thee unblam'd? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from Eternitie, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate. Or

Yet some there be that by due steps aspire To lay their just hands on that golden key That opes the palace of Eternity. To such my errand is

Beauty beyond thought everywhere, beneath, above, made and being made forever.

Our flesh-and-bone tabernacle seems transparent as glass to the beauty about us, as if truly an inseparable part of it, thrilling with the air and trees, streams and rocks, in the waves of the sun,—part of all nature, neither old nor young, sick nor well, but immortal.