Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can read more

Love is not written on paper, for paper can be erased. Nor is it etched on stone, for stone can be broken. But it is inscribed on a heart and there it shall remain forever.

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

And can eternity belong to me,
Poor pensioner on the bounties of an hour?

Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high,
The foliaged marble forest where ye lie,
Hush, ye read more

Then gazing up 'mid the dim pillars high,
The foliaged marble forest where ye lie,
Hush, ye will say, it is eternity!
This is the glimmering verge of heaven, and there
The columns of the heavenly palaces.

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

Every action in our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

Every action in our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

Forever is composed of nows.

Forever is composed of nows.

The time will come when every change shall cease,
This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace:
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The time will come when every change shall cease,
This quick revolving wheel shall rest in peace:
No summer then shall glow, not winter freeze;
Nothing shall be to come, and nothing past,
But an eternal now shall ever last.

If we consider eternity, into that time never entered; eternity
is not an everlasting flux of time, but time read more

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.