Quotes About Eternity

?i-am l?sat vorb? în amintirea mea, m?car la soroace mai mari, universul întreg s? fie dat lumii de poman?.

Vorbe, chipul meu de-acum Vor r?mâne-n voi m?car Cât r?mâne apa m?rii În n?vodul de pescar Cum adun comori pira?ii În vreo pe?ter? grozav? - Am c?rat în voi întruna Saci cu timp ?i l?zi cu slav?. Iar când v-am umplut de stele – Tot mai nes?tul de buchii Mi-am vârât în voi fiin?a Îndesând-o cu genunchii.

Eu cred c? exist?, în via?a lumii, o clip? când to?i oamenii se gândesc la mama lor. Chiar ?i mor?ii. Fiica la mam?, mama la bunic?, bunica la mam?... pân? se ajunge la o singur? mam?, una imens?...

Time is an illusion. Time only exists when we think about the past and the future. Time doesn't exist in the present here and now

Each tombstone was like the cover of a book that had been sealed forever.

You have to know that death is only a step we have to take to reach the other world and live, only in a different way.

Child, we can't see the face of God with these eyes, but with our souls. You have to know that death is only a step we have to take to reach the other world and live, only in a different way.

After all Death is a Symbol that there was Life.

Hay menos tiempo que lugar, no obstante, hay lugares que duran un minuto y para cierto tiempo no ha lugar.

Es casi ley, los amores eternos, son lo más breves.

No es la eternidad pero es el instante, que, después de todo, es su único sucedáneo verdadero.

Sin prevenciones me doy vuelta y siguen aquellos dos a la izquierda del roble eternos y escondidos en la lluvia diciéndose quién sabe qué silencios. No sé si alguna vez les ha pasado a ustedes pero cuando la lluvia cae sobre el Botánico aquí se quedan sólo los fantasmas. Ustedes pueden irse. Yo me quedo.

Es casi ley, los amores eternos, son los más breves.

La intención subterránea, es seguir existiendo después del fin. Y a esos efectos tanto sirve la existencia de un hijo como la de una cicatriz. Después de todo, también el hijo es una cicatriz.

Lo que más me gusta de vos es algo que no habrá tiempo capaz de quitártelo.

El tiempo es un viaje de escalas infinitas donde aprendemos y enseñamos algo. Aleluya.

Five minutes are enough to dream a whole life, that is how relative time is.

What wise God would consign a man to Hell for ignorance, instead of teaching him better in the afterlife?

A trail without beginning has no end.

Oh, this here and now, this particular snapshot fragment of forever.

This was what death would be, too, she imagined: a moment that would happen once and then recur each time it was encountered in memory,

Sing to me a tune of patience; A dream borne of tenacity. Pervade unto my being, a cadence; Whisper to me the depths of eternity...

In the beginning of his sleep, he cried out, "Flag!" It was not his own voice that called. It was a boy's voice. Somewhere beyond the sink-hole, past the magnolia, under the live oaks, a boy and a yearling ran side by side, and were gone forever.

May you keep dreaming until the day you die. May imagination overtake memory. May you die young at a ripe old age.