Quotes
Quotes about Eternity
All that lives must die,
Passing through nature to eternity.
For who would lose,
Though full of pain this intellectual being,
Those thoughts that wander through eternity,
To perish rather, swallow'd up and lost
In the wide womb of uncreated night?
That golden key
That opes the palace of eternity.
A day, an hour, of virtuous liberty
Is worth a whole eternity in bondage.
It must be so,--Plato, thou reasonest well!
Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire,
This longing after immortality?
Or whence this secret dread and inward horror
Of falling into naught? Why shrinks the soul
Back on herself, and startles at destruction?
'T is the divinity that stirs within us;
'T is Heaven itself that points out an hereafter,
And intimates eternity to man.
Eternity! thou pleasing, dreadful thought!
But there are wanderers o'er Eternity
Whose bark drives on and on, and anchor'd ne'er shall be.
Which makes life itself a lie,
Flattering dust with eternity.
The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
Over his living head like heaven is bent,
An early but enduring monument,
Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
In sorrow.
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass,
Stains the white radiance of eternity.
Thou, silent form, doth tease us out of thought
As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral!
Silence is deep as Eternity, speech is shallow as Time.
As the Swiss inscription says: Sprechen ist silbern, Schweigen ist golden,--"Speech is silvern, Silence is golden;" or, as I might rather express it, Speech is of Time, Silence is of Eternity.
Most wondrous book! bright candle of the Lord!
Star of Eternity! The only star
By which the bark of man could navigate
The sea of life and gain the coast of bliss
Securely.
He that lacks time to mourn, lacks time to mend.
Eternity mourns that. 'T is an ill cure
For life's worst ills, to have no time to feel them.
Where sorrow's held intrusive and turned out,
There wisdom will not enter, nor true power,
Nor aught that dignifies humanity.
In the music of the morns
Blown through the Conchimarian horns,
Down the dark vistas of the reboantic Norns,
To the Genius of Eternity
Crying, "Come to me! Come to me!"
And that dismal cry rose slowly
And sank slowly through the air,
Full of spirit's melancholy
And eternity's despair;
And they heard the words it said,--
"Pan is dead! great Pan is dead!
Pan, Pan is dead!"
Was there nought better than to enjoy?
No feat which, done, would make time break,
And let us pent-up creatures through
Into eternity, our due?
No forcing earth teach heaven's employ?
The starlight of heaven above us shall quiver
As our souls flow in one down eternity's river.
Great truths are portions of the soul of man;
Great souls are portions of eternity.
Little drops of water, little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land.
So the little minutes, humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages of eternity.
These in the robings of glory,
Those in the gloom of defeat,
All with the battle-blood gory,
In the dusk of eternity meet;--
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;--
Under the laurel the Blue,
Under the willow, the Gray.
I saw the starry Tree
Eternity
Put forth the blossom Time.
Speak gently! 't is a little thing
Dropp'd in the heart's deep well;
The good, the joy, that it may bring
Eternity shall tell.
Time is the image of eternity.
In Europe, we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference. When we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honour a contract
