From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
For death is no more than a turning of us over from time to eternity.
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
There are three kinds of death in this world. There's heart death, there's brain death, and there's being off the network. â¢Guy Almes A dying man needs to die, as a sleepy man needs to sleep, and there comes a time when it is wrong, as well as useless, to resist. â¢Steward Alsop I do not believe that any man fears to be dead, but only the stroke of death. â¢Francis Bacon When one by one our ties are torn, and friend from friend is snatched forlorn; When man is left alone to mourn, oh! then how sweet it is to die! â¢Anna Letitia Barbauld Living is death; dying is life. We are not what we appear to be. On this side of the grave we are exiles, on that citizens; on this side orphans, on that children. â¢Henry Ward Beecher Loss and possession, Death and life are one. There falls no shadow where There shines no sun. â¢Hilaire Belloc Death is as sure for that which is born, as birth is for that which is dead. Therefore grieve not for what is inevitable. â¢Bhagavad Gita How long after you are gone will ripples remain as evidence that you were cast into the pool of life? â¢Grant M. Bright No one's death comes to pass without making some impression, and those close to the deceased inherit part of the liberated soul and become richer in their humanness. â¢Hermann Broch Though it be in the power of the weakest arm to take away life, it is not in the strongest to deprive us of death. â¢Sir Thomas Browne Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: therefore they do not believe in dying completely. â¢Albert Camus Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other. â¢Miguel De Cervantes Death is the liberator of him whom freedom cannot release, the physician of him whom medicine cannot cure, and the comforter of him whom time cannot console. â¢Charles Caleb Colton I have wrestled with death. It is the most unexciting contest you can imagine. It takes place in an impalpable grayness, with nothing underfoot, with nothing around, without spectators, without clamor, without glory, without the great desire of victory, without the great fear of defeat. â¢Joseph Conrad While I thought that I was learning how to live, I have been learning how to die. â¢Leonardo Da Vinci Death be not proud, though some have called thee Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so. For, those, whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow. Die not, poor death, nor yet canst thou kill me. â¢John Donne A dead atheist is someone who is all dressed up with no place to go. â¢James Duffecy Death is the king of this world: 'Tis his park where he breeds life to feed him. Cries of pain are music for his banquet â¢George Eliot Death is the last enemy: once we've got past that I think everything will be alright. â¢Alice Thomas Ellis The pride of dying rich raises the loudest laugh in hell. â¢John W. Foster Why fear death? It is the most beautiful adventure in life. â¢Charles Frohman Plan for this world as if you expect to live forever; but plan for the hereafter as if you expect to die tomorrow. â¢Ibn Gabirol Fish die belly upward, and rise to the surface. Its their way of falling. â¢Andre Gide Death is the only inescapable, unavoidable, sure thing. We are sentenced to die the day we're born. â¢Gary Mark Gilmore Death is a commingling of eternity with time; in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time. â¢Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe Man has the possibility of existence after death. But possibility is one thing and the realization of the possibility is quite a different thing. â¢George Gurdjieff Oh you who have been removed from God in his solitude by the abyss of time, how can you expect to reach him without dying? â¢Hallaj Death is like an arrow that is already in flight, and your life lasts only until it reaches you. â¢Georg Hermes The call of death is a call of l
The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Things of today? Deeds which are harvest for Eternity!
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell, where his influence stops. -Henry B. Adams.
If Paris that brief flight allow, My humble tomb explore! It bears: "Eternity, be thou My refuge!" and no more.
Eternity! thou pleasing dreadful thought! Through what variety of untried being, Through what new scenes and changes must we pass!
Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high, The foliaged marble forest where ye lie, Hush, ye will say, it is eternity! This is the glimmering verge of heaven, and there The columns of the heavenly palaces.
The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity.
Eternity forbids thee to forget.
If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity is not an everlasting flux of time, but time is as a short parenthesis in a long period; and eternity had been the same as it is, though time had never been.
I have just got a new theory of eternity.
That golden key That opes the palace of eternity.
(Eternity) a moment standing still for ever.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Those spacious regions where our fancies roam, Pain'd by the past, expecting ills to come, In some dread moment. by the fates assign'd, Shall pass away, nor leave a rack behind; And Time's revolving wheels shall lose at last The speed that spins the future and the past: And, sovereign of an undisputed throne, Awful eternity shall reign alone.
Eternity gives nothing back of what one leaves out of the minutes. [Ger., Was man von der Minute ausgeslagen Gibt keine Ewigkeit zuruck.]
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of 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.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
And can eternity belong to me, Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?
With our short sight we affect to take a comprehensive view of eternity. Our horizon is the universe.