Quotes About Eternity

Plato had one Big Idea from which everything else derived. He fundamentally defined reality as that which is permanent and unchanging. Only ideas are permanent and unchanging; anything material deteriorates and decays.

Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

The dead will be resurrected.

Kiss me, and you'll live forever. You'll be a frog, but you'll live forever.

Immortality—was electric-light slime reaching for the stars, and she stood poised on the brink, balanced on the razor-edge between life and death, the flickering and the eternal, the human and the immortal, sanity and the holy madness that was realer than sanity, more cogent, a path to oneness with the timeless infinite that could be hers if she had the courage to cast off her moorings to the shores of self and trust her fate to that all-forgiving sea.

My body is but wax and wick for flame. When the candle burns out, the light shines elsewhere.

In the beat of a heart, the suck of a breath, you are the universe.

I am counted as one among stars. I am sworn to life. I am bound to death.

Between religion's this is and poetry's but suppose this is, there must always be some kind of tension, until the possible and the actual meet at infinity.

Will the future bring your wisdom to me? Or will darkness rule the kingdom for all eternity? You will live in my heart… I will still remember even though we are apart. I will feel you there for me As I walk the road of life You help me fight for what is right I will honour thy name

We dream of travels throughout the universe: is not the universe within us? We do not know the depths of our spirit. The mysterious path leads within. In us, or nowhere, lies eternity with its worlds, the past and the future.

What delights, what pleasures does your life offer you that outweigh the raptures of death?

Content, our life advancing To a life that shall abide, Each flame its worth enhancing, The soul is glorified. The starry host shall sink then To bright and living wine, The golden draught we drink then, And stars ourselves shall shine. Love released, lives woundless, No separation more; While life swells free and boundless As a sea without a shore. One night of glad elation, One joy that cannot die, And the sun of all creation Is the face of the Most High.

Wir träumen von Reisen durch das Weltall: ist denn das Weltall nicht in uns? Die Tiefen unseres Geistes kennen wir nicht. – Nach Innen geht der geheimnisvolle Weg. In uns, oder nirgends ist die Ewigkeit mit ihren Welten, die Vergangenheit und Zukunft.

Hinüber wall ich, Und jede Pein Wird einst ein Satchel Der Wollust sein. Noch wenig Zeiten, So bin ich los, Und liege trunken Der Lieb' im Schoß

We can't buy one minute of time with cash; if we could, rich people would live longer.

Selim I??k tek ve Türk. Ve duygulu, amans?z. Sab?rs?z ve olumsuz, ya?ant?s?nda cans?z San?l?rd?; gerçekti, hay?r gerçek de?ildi. Tutunamayanlar?n tarihine e?ildi. Kelime ve yaln?zl?k hayat?n tad? tuzu Kucaklamak isterdi ölümü ve sonsuzu.

Kelime ve yaln?zl?k hayat?n tad? tuzu Kucaklamak isterdi ölümü ve sonsuzu.

If a man could live a thousand years, the sins of his first year would be as fresh in the memory of the Almighty as those of the last. Eternity itself will never wash out a sin. Flow on, ye ages!...Flow on still in mighty streams, but the damning spot is there still. Neither time nor eternity can cleanse it. Only one thing can remove sin. The lapse of time cannot. Let not any of you be so foolish as to hope it will.

Les savants ne les comprennent pas et, la plupart du temps, ils les méprisent, parce qu'ils ont trop d'orgueil… Pour aimer les vers, il suffit d'avoir une âme… une petite âme toute nue, comme une fleur… Les poètes parlent aux âmes des simples, des tristes, des malades… Et c'est en cela qu'ils sont éternels… Sais-tu bien que, lorsqu'on a de la sensibilité, on est toujours un peu poète ?…

Was an eternity of absolute ease just another name for hell?

Why is the universe?           To shape God.           Why is God?           To shape the universe.

Why is the universe? To shape God. Why is God? To shape the universe.

Could she give Doro what he wanted—what she herself had wanted for so long—children who would not die?