Quotes About Eternity

have to be certain of the truth. The whole truth . . . the real truth . . . about eternal life.

Success always moves on to the next thing," Milton agreed, as Bloch trailed him up the circular stair. "But failure's timeless, isn't it? Failure is forever.

Christian faith keeps reminding us that death is the doorway to eternal life,

You are everything good and straight and fine and true—and I see that so clearly now, in the way you've carried yourself and listened to your own heart. You've changed me more than you know, and will always be a part of everything I am. That's one thing I've learned from this. No one you love is ever truly lost.

The things of the world knew so much more than we did and lived them more truly. The thorn trees had no grief or fear. The constellations didn't fight or hold themselves back, nor did the translucent hook of the moon. Everything was momentary and endless.

Memories, made to last forever<3

Llorad de gozo, pues ella se ha hecho dueña del Horizonte! Había una nota triunfal en su cántico, y también un pesar más profundo que el que podían experimentar los demás. Cuando los otros respondieron: «¡Vive; ella vive para siempre!», Hatshepsut rompió a llorar. Sintió entonces que el inmenso puño de su

Alexander Barrington, I want forever love in you.

In Alexander's life there was one thread that could not be broken by death, by distance, by time, by war. Could not be broken. As long as I am in the world, she said with her breath and her body, as long as I am, you are permanent, soldier.

I don't want this life to end," said Alexander. "The good, the bad, the everything, the very old, to ever end.

I was blinded by stupidity for a brief moment in our life, for a flicker in the eternity in which you and I live, and I stumbled.

Lazarevo drips you into my soul, dawn drop by moonlight drop from the river Kama. When you look for me, look for me there, because that's where I'll be all the days of my life.

This is days and days and months and years and all the minutes in between, just you me.

Tania," he whispers, "promise me you won't forget me when I die." "You won't die, soldier," she says. "You won't die. Live! Live on, breathe on, claw onto life, and do not let go. Promise me you will live for me, and I promise you, when you're done, I will be waiting for you." She is sobbing. "Whenever you're done, Alexander, I will be here, waiting for you.

Do you hear the stellar winds, carrying from the heavens a whisper, straight from antiquity... into eternity..." What are they whispering?" Tatiana... Tatiana... Ta...tiana..." Please stop." Will you remember that? Anywhere you are, if you can look up and find Perseus in the sky, find that smile, and hear the galactic wind whisper your name, you'll know that it's me, calling for you... calling you back to Lazarevo.

We've had a minute, Tatiana thought. We had our minutes on the bus. And at Kirov. We had our minutes in Lugo. And in the Summer Garden. Breathless minutes, we had. What we want, she thought, keeping herself from welling up, is eternity.

The Bronze Horseman would pursue her into her grave. She felt it. Into her eternity, clambering behind her in the night and in the day, in every hour of sorrow, in every minute of weakness, in darkness, in light, through all of America he would be rattling at her heels, the way he had been relentlessly rattling at her through the past eleven hundred days, through the past eleven hundred nights, right into her maddening dust. How much longer for Tatiana's life?

Hay un momento, un instante en la eternidad. Antes de descubrir la verdad el uno sobre el otro. Ese simple momento es el que nos impulsa a través de la vida - cuando nos sentimos como si estamos en el borde de nuestro futuro, de pie sobre el abismo, antes de saber a ciencia cierta que amamos. Antes de saber a ciencia cierta que amamos para siempre.

Wir gehen allein durch diese Welt, doch wen wir großes Glück haben, dürfen wir einen Augeblick lenag jemandem gehören, jemandem der uns durch die Einsamkeit trägt, die ein Legen lang andauert! Und für eine Minute habe ich ihn noch einmal berührt, in der Abenddämerung, und mir sind rote Flügel gewachsen, ich war wieder jung im Sommergarten. Ich hatte wieder Hoffnung und das ewige Leben.

To live as a child in a world without time – not in infinity, but in eternity, what a joy. To never count your minutes. To just be – in the eternal present. What bliss.

I will make you insane, her memory screamed at her near the winter window sill as Tatiana smelled the brine of eternity. On the outside you will walk and smile as if indeed you are a normal woman, but on the inside you will twist and burn on the stake, I will never free you, you will never be free.

Te volveré loca —gritó su memoria cuando Tatiana se sentó a respirar la brisa salada de la eternidad en el alféizar de la ventana—. Andarás sonriente por la calle como una mujer normal, pero en tu interior te retorcerás como en la hoguera. No te liberaré, nunca serás libre.»

Se mi accadesse qualcosa, Tatia, non preoccuparti del mio corpo. La mia anima non si riunirà al corpo, né raggiungerà Dio. Volerà subito verso di te, a Lazarevo. Io non voglio stare tra gli eroi, né tra i principi, ma solo accanto alla regina del lago Ilmen. Alexander

God!" he exclaimed. "How insane this is – never to have the time to explain, to talk anything out, never to have a minute –" We've had a minute, Tatiana thought. We had our minutes on the bus. And at Kirov. We had our minutes in Luga. And in the Summer Garden. Breathless minutes, we had. What we want, she thought, keeping herself from welling up, is eternity.