#everlasting

God pardons like a mother, who kisses the offense into everlasting forgiveness. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#forgiveness #god #into #kisses #like

We would not have our country's vigour exhausted or her moral force abated, by everlasting meddling and muddling in every quarrel, great and small, which afflicts the world. ↗

— Henry Cabot Lodge

#country #everlasting #every #exhausted #force

Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time. ↗

— Marianne Moore

#dust #everlasting #time

It is an everlasting desire to make my dreams come true. And it's getting to the point now where it's like, come on I want my dreams to come true so that I can get on with the rest of my life. Sometimes I think about the rest of my life when I'm done. ↗

— Picabo Street

#come #desire #done #dreams #everlasting

True love never has a happy ending because true love never ends. ↗

— author unknown

#everlasting #truelove #love

Your poor heart, in which God put appreciation for everlastingness, will not take electronic gadgets in lieu of eternal life. Something inside of you is too big for that, too terrible, too wonderful. God has set everlastingness in your heart. All the things of this world are here for but a moment and then are gone. None can satisfy the longing for that eternal ragging in the soul of every man. ↗

— A.W. Tozer

#dwelt #everlasting #everlastingness #fleeting #god

Since every effort in our educational life seems to be directed toward making of the child a being foreign to itself, it must of necessity produce individuals foreign to one another, and in everlasting antagonism with each other. ↗

— Emma Goldman

#antagonism #being #child #directed #each

Religion is the everlasting dialogue between humanity and God. Art is its soliloquy. ↗

— Franz Werfel

#between #dialogue #everlasting #god #humanity

The Everlasting Staircase" Jeffrey McDaniel When the call came, saying twenty-four hours to live, my first thought was: can't she postpone her exit from this planet for a week? I've got places to do, people to be. Then grief hit between the ribs, said disappear or reappear more fully. so I boarded a red eyeball and shot across America, hoping the nurses had enough quarters to keep the jukebox of Grandma's heart playing. She grew up poor in Appalachia. And while world war II functioned like Prozac for the Great Depression, she believed poverty was a double feature, that the comfort of her adult years was merely an intermission, that hunger would hobble back, hurl its prosthetic leg through her window, so she clipped, clipped, clipped -- became the Jacques Cousteau of the bargain bin, her wetsuit stuffed with coupons. And now --pupils fixed, chin dangling like the boots of a hanged man -- I press my ear to her lampshade-thin chest and listen to that little soldier march toward whatever plateau, or simply exhaust his arsenal of beats. I hate when people ask if she even knew I was there. The point is I knew, holding the one-sided conversation of her hand. Once I believed the heart was like a bar of soap -- the more you use it, the smaller it gets; care too much and it'll snap off in your grasp. But when Grandma's last breath waltzed from that room, my heart opened wide like a parachute, and I realized she didn't die. She simply found a silence she could call her own. ↗

— Jeffrey McDaniel

#grandma #heart #parachute #poetry #the-everlasting-staircase

You can't have living without dying. So you can't call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road. ↗

— Natalie Babbitt

#life #tuck-everlasting #death