Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

We can conceive of eternity because we cannot conceive of a cessation of time. We can conceive of infinite space because we cannot conceive of so much matter that our imagination will not stand upon the farthest star and see infinite space beyond.

To be in time is to be asleep: to be awake is to be in eternity.

Jewels five-words-long, That on the stretch'd forefinger of all Time Sparkle forever.

There is a kind of immortality in every garden.

Nunc fluens facit tempus,nunc stans facit aeternitatum.(The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.)

Eternity - waste of time.

High art alone is eternal and the bust outlives the city.

England is never in a hurry because she is eternal.

Every instant of time... is a pinprick of eternity.

Always is no Time at all.

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time.

History is a river that never ends. Today is history, and I am here at the fountainhead.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

Several hours or several years make no difference once you have lost eternity.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time.

What about the rest of your life?" She shrugged. "What about it?" "Aren't you worried about, like, forever?" "Forever is composed of nows," she says.

Before my birth there was infinite time, and after my death, inexhaustible time. I never thought of it before: I'd been living luminously between two eternities of darkness.

The timeless moment. - The "moment" has no yesterday or tomorrow. It is not the result of thought and therefore has no time.

Forever only takes its toll on some

The soul exists partly in eternity and partly in time.

They adored each other; but still the permanent and the immutable subsist. We may love and laugh, pout, clasp hands, smile, and exchange endearments, but that does not affect eternity. Two lovers hide in the dusk of evening, amid flowers and the twittering of birds, and enchant each other with their hearts shinning in their eyes; but the stars in their course still circle through infinite space.

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.

That great mystery of TIME, were there no other; the illimitable, silent, never-resting thing called Time, rolling, rushing on, swift, silent, like an all-embracing ocean tide, on which we and all the Universe swim like exhalations, like apparitions which are, and then are not: this is forever very literally a miracle; a thing to strike us dumb,-for we have no word to speak about it.

The final end of Eternity, and the beginning of Infinity

It seems to me that I have always wanted to say the same things in my books: that life is one, that mystery is all around us, that yesterday, today and tomorrow are all spread out in the pattern of eternity, together, and that although love may wear many faces in the incomprehensible panorama of time, in the heart that loves it is always the same.