“Nature is our friend - trees, squirrels, grass, fields, meadows, oceans - without people. Hike. Walk. Stroll. Bike. Swim. Be in a still place and feel eternity. Have a great time. Just feel it.” PeopleFeelsStillsNatureWalksTreeFieldsBuddhismOceanEternityGrassSwimBikeGreat TimesMeadowsSquirrels Author:Frederick Lenz
“In meditation, when your mind becomes perfectly still and calm, you will experience the golden light of eternity.” MindStillsLightMeditationBuddhismEternityCalmGoldenGolden Light Author:Frederick Lenz
“The mind is like a lake. It reflects eternity when it's very still. If ripples appear, lots of them, then the reflection is not clear. We lose the clarity of the perfect reflection.” IfsMindStillsLosesPerfectClearMeditationBuddhismReflectionEternityClarityLakesRipple Author:Frederick Lenz
“In a world of discouragement, sorrow, and overmuch sin, in times when fear and despair seem to prevail, when humanity is feverish with no worldly physicians in sigh, I too say, Trust Jesus. Let Him still the tempest and ride upon the storm. Believe that He can lift mankind from its bed of affliction, in time and in eternity.” WorldBelieveStillsSeemsHumanityJesusSinMankindSorrowBedDespairEternityStormLiftsPhysiciansAfflictionWorldlySighDiscouragementTempest Author:Jeffrey R. Holland
“There is a still point in eternity. There is a still point where all things intersect. There is a still point beyond life, time, and death. Your experience of the still point is enlightenment.” StillsEnlightenmentAll ThingsEternityLife Time Author:Frederick Lenz
“The fire of hell is called eternal, only because it never ends. Still, there is change in the pains of the lost... Hence in hell true eternity does not exist, but rather time.” DoeStillsEndsPainLostHellFireEternalEternity Author:Thomas Aquinas
“Eternity.Thy name Or glad, or fearful, we pronounce, as thoughts Wandering in darkness shape thee. Thou strange being, Which art and must be, yet which contradict'st All sense, all reasoning,thou, who never wast Less than thyself, and who still art thyself Entire, though the deep draught which Time has taken Equals thy present storeNo line can reach To thy unfathomed depths. The reasoning sage Who can dissect a sunbeam, count the stars, And measure distant worlds, is here a child, And, humbled, drops his calculating pen.” WorldChildrenArtStillsNamesStarsLinesDarknessTakenStrangeShapesEternityDepthStoresGladWanderTheeReasoningPensFearfulSageThyselfCalculatingSunbeamsDraught Book:The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld: In Two Volumes Source: The Works of Anna Laetitia Barbauld: In Two Volumes