Pastoral Resources

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

The day which we fear as our last is but the birthday of eternity.

I will burn, but this is a mere event. We shall continue our discussion in eternity.

The realm of immediate or personal knowledge is a narrow circle in which these bodies move; the realm of knowledge derived through faith is as wide as the universe, and old as eternity.

What nature delivers to us is never stale. Because what nature creates has eternity in it.

Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.

We measure our days out in steps of uncertainty not turning to see how far we've come. And peer down the highway from here to eternity and reach out for love on the run.

Eternity's a terrible thought. I mean, where's it all going to end?

That every man after the life in the world lives to eternity, is evident from this, that man is then spiritual, and no longer natural, and that the spiritual man, separated from the natural, remains such as he is to eternity, for man's state cannot be changed after death.

We don't have an eternity to realize our dreams, only the time we are here.

God hath given to man a short time here upon earth, and yet upon this short time eternity depends.

As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.

You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.

But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.

In my solitude I have pondered much on the incomprehensible subjects of space, eternity, life and death.

God exists in eternity. The only point where eternity meets time is in the present. The present is the only time there is.

When the rose and the cross are united the alchemical marriage is complete and the drama ends. Then we wake from history and enter eternity.

Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.

This is the artist, then, life's hungry man, the glutton of eternity, beauty's miser, glory's slave.

We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.