Quotes About Eternity

That was the familiar lesson of time. Everything changes and nothing changes. (There is a tree in California, a Great Basin bristlecone pine that was found, after an intensive ring count, to be five thousand and sixty-five years old.)

To be a human is to state the obvious. Repeatedly, over and over, until the end of time.

Between life and death there is a library,' she said. 'And within that library, the shelves go on for ever.

All of our earthly concerns are quite transient compared to the sky.

And death only happens to people who have been living. There were infinitely more people who had never been alive. I wanted to be one of those people.

Everything changes and nothing changes.

And every moment lasts for ever. It lives on. Somewhere. Somehow.

Love was a way to live forever in a single moment

If you truly feel part of a bigger picture, if you can see yourself in other people and nature, if this you becomes something bigger than the individual you, then you never truly depart the world when you die. You exist as long as life exists. Because the life you feel inside you is part of the same life force that exists in every living thing.

That was the depressing thing about knowing other albas. You realised that we weren't special. We weren't superheroes. We were just old. And that, in cases such as Hendrich, it didn't really matter how many years or decades or centuries had passed, because you were always living within the parameters of your personality. No expanse of time or place could change that. You could never escape yourself.

you will be preserved from death.

Cerul nu incepe deasupra noastra. Nu exista un punct de inceput pentru cer. Noi traim in cer.

Who on Earth are we that the awesome King of all eternity would spare a thought in our direction? Why would the God of yesterday, today, and forever- the One who was, is, and is to come- choose to bestow His loving attention upon the likes of us? The God of unspeakable glory is speaking to us in unmistakable words of love and grace.

No men and women in heaven?" he heard a soldier behind him grumble. "If I ain't a man anymore, how's that different from just being dead?

I want to die with a smile on my face. Hopefully, it won't be mine.

How thick the bursts come crowding through the leaves! Again thou hearest? Eternal passion! Eternal pain!

This truth--to prove, and make thine own: Thou hast been, shalt be, art, alone.

The hour, whose happy Unalloy'd moments I would eternalise, Ten thousand mourners Well pleased see end.

Listen! you hear the grating roarOf pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling,At their return, up the high strand,Begin, and cease, and then again begin,With tremulous cadence slow, and bringThe eternal note of sadness in.

Her cabined, ample spiritIt fluttered and failed for breath.Tonight it doth inheritThe vasty hall of death.

Creep into thy narrow bed,Creep, and let no more be said!

The world in which we live and moveOutlasts aversion, outlasts love:Outlasts each effort, interest, hope,Remorse, grief, joy.

How generally, with how many of us, are the main concerns of life limited to these two: the concern for making money, and the concern for saving our souls!

Vain is the effort to forget. Some day I shall be cold, I know, As is the eternal moonlit snow Of the high Alps, to which I go-- But ah, not yet, not yet! Vain is the agony of grief. 'Tis true, indeed, an iron knot Ties straitly up from mine thy lot, And were it snapt--thou lov'st me not! But is despair relief?