Quotes about Eternity
Death is a solemn event for everyone. It is the winding up of all earthly plans & expectations. It is a separation from all we have loved and lived with. It is often accompanied by much bodily pain and distress. It opens the door to judgement and eternity - to heaven or to hell. It is an event after which there is no change, or space for repentance
— JC Ryle
Yesternight the sun went hence,And yet is here today.
— John Donne
Wilt thou forgive that sin where I begun,Which was my sin, though it were done before?Wilt thou forgive that sin; through which I run,And do run still: though still I do deplore?When thou hast done, thou hast not done,For, I have more.
— John Donne
Our two souls therefore which are one,Though I must go, endure not yetA breach, but an expansion,Like gold to airy thinness beat.
— John Donne
What gnashing is not a comfort, what gnawing of the worm is not a tickling, what torment is not a marriage bed to this damnation, to be secluded eternally, eternally, eternally from the sight of God?
— John Donne
At the round earth's imagin'd corners, blowYour trumpets, angels, and arise, ariseFrom death, you numberless infinitiesOf souls.
— John Donne
If our two loves be one, or, thou and I Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.
— John Donne
Death, thou shalt die.
— John Donne
Only our love hath no decay; This no tomorrow hath, nor yesterday, Running it never runs from us away, But truly keeps his first, last, everlasting day.
— John Donne
Death be not proud, though some have called thee mighty and dreadful, for, thou art not so.
— John Donne
I long to talk with some old lover's ghost Who died before the god of Love was born.
— John Donne
when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book, but translated into a better language; and every chapter must be so translated; God employs several translators; some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness, some by war, some by justice; but God's hand is in every translation, and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves again, for that library where every book shall lie open to one another;
— John Donne