Quotes About Eternity

But whether it truly exists or not, humans need the idea of Hell, whether it be to scare us into a moral life, comfort the smug ones who believe everyone else is going there, or simply to remind us that the actions of our lives, good or ill, live beyond those lives themselves, and the accounting of them may occur past the day we ourselves happen to stop.

Amigos, não chorem Caio uma estrela cadente Na próxima vida

Not longer," I said. "Just, like I've always been here.

I believe that people who find each other in this life will find each other in the next.

For breezes remind me of kisses. And kisses can be eternal.

No one who is young is ever going to be old.

Death was a friend, and sleep was Death's brother.

As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment.

Everything seems to work with a recurring rhythm except life. There is only one birth and only one death. Nothing else is like that.

This time last year I would have run to Sam Hamilton to talk. Maybe both of us have got a piece of him, said Lee. Maybe that's what immortality is.

And she looked forward to heaven as a place where clothes did not get dirty and where food did not have to be cooked and dishes washed. Privately there where some things in Heaven of which she did not quite approve. There was too much singing, and she didn't see how even the Elect could survive for very long the celestial laziness which was promised. She would find something to do in Heaven.

I have thought the difference might be that my Mary knows she will live forever, that she will step from the living into another life as easily as she slips from sleep to wakefulness. She knows this with her whole body, so completely that she does not think of it any more than she thinks to breathe. Thus she has time to sleep, time to rest, time to cease to exist for a little.

Life cannot be cut off quickly. One cannot be dead until the things he changed are dead.

And when he drove away from his old friends they knew they would not see him again, although he did not say it. He took to gazing at the mountains and the trees, even at faces, as though to memorize them for eternity.

Eventlessness has no posts to drape duration on. From nothing to nothing is no time at all

Well, maybe, like Casy says, a fella ain't got a soul of his own, but on'y a piece of a big one- an' then- Then what, Tom? Then it don' matter. Then I'll be all aroun' in the dark. I'll be ever'where- wherever you look. p419

Hani bazen olur ya, o an uzad?, her andan çok daha uzun bir an oldu. Ses kesildi, hareket durdu... uzun süre öylece havada as?l? kalakald? her ÅŸey.

Eventlessness has no post to drape duration on.

His sleep was a shouting, echoing black cave, and it extended into eternity.

Perhaps we meet our heaven at the start and not the end of life.

Sun and moon, sun and moon, time goes.

Yes, well, years. Some die young; some are born old.

Your heart lifts forever through that blank sky.

Our inner self learns from the things that our outer self suffers, and though it appears devastating to the outer self, the inner self lives on forever with the wisdom gained.