Tis heaven itself, that points out an hereafter, and intimates eternity to man.
This evening is as brief as the twinkling of an eye yet such twinklings is what eternity is made of.
Before perception, before a preceiver, existence was - is. This is the consciousness that we refer to as nirvana, God, eternity.
For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem like an eternity. For others, there was never enough. For Jesse Tuck, it didn't exist.
You exist in time, but you belong to eternity.
The surest thing in the world is not death and taxes, it's death and eternity. Yet, we're so unconcerned.
The wilderness that has come to us out of the eternity of the past, we have the boldness to project into the eternity of the future.
By millions of years, time winged onward through eternity, to the end - the end, of which, in the old-earth days, I had thought remotely, and in hazily speculative fashion. And now, it was approaching in a manner of which none had ever dreamed.
Eternity is not an unending succession of days in the calendar, but something more like the supreme moment of satisfaction, in which totality embraces us and we embrace totality.
For the eternity that Lux Lisbon looked at him, Trip Fontaine looked back, and the love he felt at that moment, truer than all subsequent loves because it never had to survive real life, still plagued him, even now in the desert, with his looks and health wasted. 'You never know what'll set the memory off,' he told us. 'A baby's face. A bell on a cat's collar. Anything. ' They didn't exchange a single word. But in the weeks that followed, Trip spent his days wandering the halls, hoping for Lux to appear, the most naked person with clothes on he had ever seen.
The essential element of love is a belief in its own eternity.
Cam: She is so lovely when she sleeps. Daniel: Is that why you wanted her to sleep for all eternity?
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O, dread and dire word. Eternity! What mind of man can understand it?
What I value most next to eternity is time.
God and Nature first made us what we are, and then out of our own created genius we make ourselves what we want to be. Follow always that great law. Let the sky and God be our limit and Eternity our measurement.
Beware of manufacturing a God of your own: a God who is all mercy, but not just; a God who is all love, but not holy; a God who as a heaven for every body, but a hell for none; a God who can allow good and bad to be side by side in time, but will make no distinction between good and broad in eternity. Such a God is an idol of your own, as truly an idol as any snake or crocodile in an Egyptian temple. The hands of your own fancy and sentimentality have made him. He is not the God of the Bible, and beside the God of the Bible there is no God at all.
You can do anything. You can perform miracles, but it won't fulfill you. What will fulfill you is the stillness of eternity.
If God created the universe, there was a time when he commenced to create. Back of that commencement there must have been an eternity. In that eternity what was this God doing? He certainly did not think. There was nothing to think about. He did not remember. Nothing had ever happened. What did he do? Can you imagine anything more absurd than an infinite intelligence in infinite nothing wasting an eternity?
All things from eternity are of like forms and come round in circle.