To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour.
It is found again. What? Eternity. It is the sea Gone with the sun.
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Time is the moving image of eternity.
Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.
Be humanity evermore our goal.
Time, that moving image of an immovable eternity.
Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity.
Eternity is like a wheel, which has neither beginning nor end.
If life is ephemeral, the fact of having lived a life which is ephemeral is an eternal fact.
As if you could kill time without injuring eternity.
Formation, transformation, The eternal mind's eternal recreation.
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.
Passing through nature to eternity.
The infinite and the eternal are the only certainty.
You must live in the present, launch yourself on every wave, find your eternity in each moment.
What one refuses in a minute No eternity will return.
It is of the nature of Reason to perceive things under a certain species of eternity.
Art repeats the eternal Ideas apprehended through pure contemplation, the essential and abiding element in all the phenomena of the world.
Truth endures forever.
The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.
The mysterious way leads inwards. Eternity with its worlds — the past and future — is in ourselves or nowhere.
The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.
Death is a commingling of eternity with time in the death of a good man, eternity is seen looking through time.
Politics is for the present, but an equation is for eternity.
Light had its allotted time; but timeless and infinite is the reign of the night − the duration of sleep eternal.
The human mind cannot be absolutely destroyed with the body, but there remains of it something which is eternal.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
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