Quotes About Eternity

Only a sentimental being would care about such everyday things—things used and discarded by the humans of their respective eras without thought, yet kept and preserved by an immortal who never forgot them. An immortal who loved and cared for them, dusting them off for an eternity, keeping their dead spirits as alive as he—stuck in their immortal tomb never to find the rest everything must eventually seek. Time had no meaning in this cavern of infinite age.

Jaden felt their boredom, their tired eternity. Beyond that, she felt their dying essence. They were immortal—all-powerful beings—and yet they were powerless against the onslaught of ever-changing time. They were lost in a modern world, one they didn't have the energy to understand. And, in being lost, they were immobilized against it. Not even their judgments could assuage their exhausted wisdom of forever.

She was speaking about an aging of the soul, when a person's ka is a thousand years older than her body.

One second, one, is all that separates life from death.

To speak the name of the dead is to make them live again- Egyptian Proverb

DEATH freezes everything. Whatever you did or didn't do, whatever you said or left unsaid: none of that is ever going to change. You have no more chances to say sorry or make things right. No more chances for anything except regret.

I hate being the only mortal in a gathering full of Immortals who think killing each other cleverly is the height of good manners.

I, for one, don't plan on spending no time in hell. No sense in gettin' prepared for a place you ain't goin' to.

The only way to God is through Jesus.

Am I really dead in Christ? Colossians 3:3. Is my new life gonna be terrible? John 10:10. What if I want my old life back? Matthew 16:25.

those who belong to Christ will always belong to Him,

Michelle Stimpson

She broke my heart, so now I have to write about her forever. It made everything different. It's something that can only happen once.

Never try till the last, try always, never hope till the last, hope always and never have faith till the last, have faith always. Simply because in reality there is never a last time, time is eternal. So let your effort, hope and faith be eternalized, make everything possible and get MickeyMized.

Philosophy teaches a man that he can't take it with him; taxes teach him he can't leave it behind either.

"Your money, or your life." We know what to do when a burglar makes this demand of us, but not when God does.

The vanity of the passing world and love are the two fundamental and heart-penetrating notes of true poetry. And they are two notes of which neither can be sounded without causing the other to vibrate. The feeling of the vanity of the passing world kindles love in us, the only thing that triumphs over the vain and transitory, the only thing that fills life again and eternalizes it.

To say that everything is idea or that everything is spirit, is the same as saying that everything is matter or that everything is energy, for if everything is idea or spirit, just as my consciousness is, it is not plain why the diamond should not endure for ever, if my consciousness, because it is idea or spirit, endures forever.

And the supreme beauty is that of tragedy. The consciousness that everything passes away, that we ourselves pass away, and that everything that is ours and everything that environs us passes away, fills us with anguish, and this anguish itself reveals to us the consolation of that which does not pass away, of the eternal, of the beautiful.

And in touching your own nothingness, in not feeling your permanent base, in not reaching your own infinity, still less your own eternity, you will have a whole-hearted pity for yourself, and you will burn with a sorrowful love for yourself--a love that will consume your so-called self-love, which is merely a species of sensual self-delectation, the self-enjoyment, as it were, of the flesh of your soul.

Vienen los días y van los días y el amor queda. Allá dentro, muy dentro, en las entrañas de las cosas se rozan y friegan la corriente de este mundo con la contraria corriente del otro, y de este roce y friega viene el más triste y el más dulce de los dolores: el de vivir.

Nocturno el rio de las horas fluye desde su manatial que es el manana eterno ... [Nocturnal the river of hours flows/from its source, the eternal tomorrow ... ]

Empecé con terror a pensar si yo también seré inmortal y si será inmortal en mí mi odio.

Si ha habido quien se ha burlado de Dios, ¿por qué no hemos de burlarnos de la Razón, de la Ciencia y hasta de la Verdad? Y si nos han arrebatado nuestra más cara y más íntima esperanza vital, ¿por qué no hemos de confundirlo todo para matar el tiempo y la eternidad y para vengarnos?