At time I find the true material of my spirit,this earthly body is no longer my only vessel.

In the small central square of Ljubljana, the statue of the poet stares fixedly at something. If you follow his gaze, you will see, on the other side of the square, the face of a...

It is eternity now. I am in the midst of it. It is about me in the sunshine; I am in it as the butterfly in the light-laden air. Nothing has to come; it is...

When the great ship containing the hopes and aspirations of the world, when the great ship freighted with mankind goes down in the night of death, chaos and disaster, I am willing to go down...

There were profound reasons for his attachment to the sea: he loved it because as a hardworking artist he needed rest, needed to escape from the demanding complexity of phenomena and lie hidden on the...

Jesus may give you eternal life, but until then, your ass going to stay right were it is until you do something about it.

To live in the hearts we leave behind is to live forever.

Music is the language of love, nature, and eternity.

The foundation of morality on the human sentiments of what is acceptable behavior versus repulsive behavior has always made morals susceptible to change. Much of what was repulsive 100 years ago is normal today, and...

I live for the moment and love for eternity. I mean I’d like to, but I’m too impatient for either.

I will not just love you till death.I will love you for eternity,this life and the next.

I think hell’s a real place where real people spend a real eternity.

In the coastal strains of music full of lovers hopes and dreams upon, wearing only warmth, fresh scent of the ocean and delightfully joyous smile…I look deep in your dark gloomy ochi ‘cross the oceans...

Don’t say, ‘The sky is my limit.’ Say, ‘I progress ad infinitum.’

We do not need to grieve for the dead. Why should we grieve for them? They are now in a place where there is no more shadow, darkness, loneliness, isolation, or pain. They are home.

If you want to be immortal, don’t ever think about retirement.

There’s a special place inside each and every heart where even lover & beloved are not allowed to enter as such. They dissolve & merge with eternity there.Once they enter that place, there is no...

People change spouses more often than they clean out closets. And every time they say, ‘This is the one. This is the person I’m going to spend eternity with.’ Then forty or fifty years go...

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