Quotes About Eternity

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Each thing is of like form from everlasting and comes round again in its cycle.

Let the sky and God be our limit, and Eternity our measurement. There is no height to which we cannot climb by using the active intelligence of our own minds. Mind creates and as much as we desire in nature we can have through the creation of our own minds.

God and Nature first made us what we are, and then out of our own created genius we make ourselves what we want to be. Follow always that great law. Let the sky and God be our limit and Eternity our measurement.

But the Clash as a performing band, either live on-stage, or back together in the studio: that can never happen again. It was hard enough to envisage a Clash without Mick Jones in 1983, but it is impossible to envisage one without Joe Strummer now or at any time in the future. Even if the other members of the band do get back together, and they (or Sony) choose to use the name, it won't be the Clash. Joe Strummer is dead, and irreplaceable. That's it, now. From here to eternity.

Salvation Is More About This Life than an Afterlife

Jesus, yes. I was educated by nuns. Long ago, when I was a human girl. I learned the Bible, studied the verses, memorized the teachings of Christ. When I passed, I expected to find him there." She stared out the window. "But in the centuries I walked beyond the world, I never saw him.

He told her she was right. That for all they knew, they still knew nothing. That for all they knew, there were still worlds after this one, eternities that followed the abyss. And he told her that if they died tomorrow, he would follow her across them. He would chase her through existence if that's what it took.

Existence was a chain. Life at one end, vibrant and powerful; nothingness at the other.

to be remembered in the heart of a loved one is to live forever

Even the dead tell stories.

The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living.

Nature abhors annihilation.

If I err in belief that the souls of men are immortal, I gladly err, nor do I wish this error which gives me pleasure to be wrested from me while I live.

The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.

That last day does not bring extinction to us, but change of place.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

For if that last day does not occasion an entire extinction, but a change of abode only, what can be more desirable And if it, on the other hand, destroys and absolutely puts an end to us, what can be preferable to having a deep sleep fall on us in the midst of the fatigues of life and, being thus overtaken, to sleep to eternity

The life of the dead is set in the memory of the living.

Time is not a thing that passes ... it's a sea on which you float.

No matter how much you've been warned, Death always comes without knocking. Why now? is the cry. Why so soon? It's the cry of a child being called home at dusk.

Time is not a line but a dimension, like the dimensions of space.

Wherever the living are,' whispered my foster mother, 'the dead will be there too.

One of the greatest promises to a child of God is that this life is not the end of the story.