Quotes About Eternity

Women joked amongst themselves: 'Why do you think a bride cries on her wedding day? It's for the love that this marriage is putting an end to for all eternity. Men may think a woman has no past- "you were born and then I married you"- but men are fools.

He would drift through the house in search of the coolest spot to read through the long summer afternoons that had a touch of eternity to them, altering the arrangement of his limbs as much for comfort as for the fear that his undisturbed shadow would leave a stain on the wall.

The desert. No seasons of bloom and decay. Just the endless turn of night and day. Out of time: and she is gazing- not over it, taken into it, for it has no measure of space, features that mark distance from here to there. In a film of haze there is no horizon, the pallor of sand, pink-traced, lilac-luminous with its own colour of faint light, has no demarcation from land to air. Sky-haze is indistinguishable from sand-haze. All drifts together, and there is no onlooker; the desert is eternity.

Music has no limits of a life-span.

Jerusalem has been our capital for 3,000 years and it's going to be our capital for eternity

A queen keeps a court that is spoken about. A goddess keeps a court that is never forgotten.

Eternity would mean nothing without you. For no power on this earth would I trade my Elena.

I will love you until the day they put me in the earth.

Go then, mere jaan ." My life. Because that was what she was. The best part of him. "Just remember - the next ten or so lifetimes, you're spending with me.

If that happens to us," she whispered, unable to wrap her mind around the idea of a life so long and so full of tragedy, "if we feel ourselves, who we are together, becoming lost in time, I don't want to Sleep. I want to say good-bye when I'm still me and you're still you.

You are in my every breath and every thought, intertwined so deep inside me that love´s not a strong enough word. You have my devotion, your name branded on my soul, my wolf yours to command. A hundred years? It will never be enough. I want eternity.

Janvier watched Ashwini stride away, her hips moving provocatively beneath the snug fit of her jeans. "Take care of her," he said quietly to his friend. "She is my eternity, Louis.

I love you. I will always love you.

Cupping his face in her hands, she looked into eyes that had seen thousands of sunrises before she was even a glimmer in the scheme of the universe. "But you have an advantage," she whispered. "You're a little bit human now.

Are you sane, Mother? Laughter in his mind, painful in its familiarity. Is any immortal every truly sane?

I love you," he said, his eyes locked with hers. "From the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. From yesterday to tomorrow and every tomorrow we will ever see. From this moment to the mystery beyond death. Every part of you, slow or fast, small or big, strong or weak. I love you, Holly.

Estás en cada una de mis respiraciones, en cada pensamiento, estas metida tan profundamente en mi interior que "amor" no es una palabra lo suficientemente fuerte para expresarlo, tienes mi devoción, tu nombre está grabado en mi alma, mi lobo es tuyo para que lo mandes. ¿Cien años? Eso no es suficiente. Yo quiero la eternidad.

You were always meant to be mine." His eyes burned, his chest so painful that it felt as if his heart had burst. "Whether it's for a year or a century, it doesn't diminish who and what we are together.

I will love you even when i am dust on the winds

Don't let immortality do that to you," she whispered. "Don't let it steal your soul." Moss green eyes held her own. "It is, others tell me, far easier to stay human if you split your heart in two and give one part to another to keep.

Immortals don't get heart attacks." "Look closely. This is my not-laughing face.

No power is worth you, Elena-mine. I would give up immortality for a single mortal lifetime with you.

If she was gone, this was it for him. He had lived over a thousand five hundred years. It was enough. If Lijuan had risen monstrous while he and Elena slept, he'd do what he could to burn out that scourge because Elena would want him to do that, but he would not live thousands of years without her. He could not live another day without her.

What she didn't realize was that he'd go with her, making a clean, sharp cut of his own. He'd lived more than two hundred years already, and the best of them, the best of them, had been the four since she'd entered his life.