Quotes About Eternity

Frente a dos proposiciones diametralmente opuestas, el cerebro cree la menos incomprensible: es más fácil suponer que el universo ha existido por toda la eternidad que concebir a un ser eterno con la capacidad de crearlo.

There 's not one atom of yon earth But once was living man; Nor the minutest drop of rain, That hangeth in its thinnest cloud, But flowed in human veins;

No more let life divide what death can join together.

Music, When Soft Voices Die Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap'd for the belovèd's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.

Death is the veil which those who live call life; They sleep, and it is lifted.

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

Satan cannot compare to God, and he never will.

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

O what their joy and their glory must be,Those endless sabbaths the blessed ones see!

A person who had no one would be well advised to cobble together some passable ghost. Breathe it into being and coax it along with words of love. Offer it each phantom crumb and shield it from harm with your body. As for me my only hope is for eternal nothingness and I hope it with all my heart.

Heaven is only my next moment here. from "Nethering," Pleiades (vol. 34, no. 2, Summer 2014)

Allow this poem to carry you beyond yourself, transcending your mortal flesh as you wed yourself with the potentially infinite.

Consciousness is just a window into time.

Yet, in the end, entropy will always emerge victorious, snuffing out the very last glimmer of heat and light. After that there is only darkness. When that state is reached even eternity will cease to exist, for one moment will be like every other and nothingness will claim the universe.

Time is always constant to the observer

Thousands of years of solitude. Eons of running from the grief of his passing. And now here he was, pressed up against her again

Today is the twenty-first of May 28367." So, over twenty-six thousand years ago . . . "How old am I, in Earth years?" "Twenty-six thousand, three hundred and fifty-five.

No human has ever died.

Fancy having to work for a living when you're dead.

The flux tube's rain of energy penetrates the tormented lower atmosphere. It is embraced by the Ly-cilph. Their minds consume the power, using it to metamorphose once again. The nodes brought them sentience, the supergiant's surplus energy brings them transcendence. They leave the chrysalis of the flesh behind, shooting up the stream of particles at lightspeed, spacefree and eternal.

It was the love. The name was a code, a cipher for the love you carried with you until you yourself were gone and your remembering was done.

Even the stars we see are only a kind of memory, already dead for years.

Maybe it's wrong when we remember breakthroughs to our own being as something that occurs in discrete, extraordinary moments. Maybe falling in love, the piercing knowledge that we ourselves will someday die, and the love of snow are in reality not some sudden events; maybe they were always present. Maybe they never completely vanish, either.

To the earth shall you return.