A long time. Eternally, to be exact. But, eternal is something different for each person. Time, place. What is it for you? Is it the blue sky above or the salty ocean reaching out?
Enternal. Eternal, eternal, eternal. Wat is life all about? Is it really eternal? Can you really live forever? Or does only your soul? Do you even have a soul? Do you really believe your answer? Can you count on after life? I don’t know, eternity seems like a joke, but you know what? Forever young.
Forever blooming, flowing, running, walking, flying, zooming, soaring, floating; just being in the moment. Never looking back always forward, always moving, always changing, always.
There’s a long pause before he’s able to finish this. She smiles expectantly at him, somehow benign and patronizing at the same time. Like an older sister, but definitely sexier.
“Eternal,” he finally settles on. The very eyes he was just pondering turn sad.
“If you only knew,” she murmurs. Then she shakes herself. “C’mon, let’s grab something to eat.
I’ve always been a wisher, putting my faith in meteor showers
I’d watch for 11:11, always counting down the hours
But everything I’ve hoped for, all I dreamed of in the past
I’d give it all away for this one wish for you, my last.
I can taste it in the air
The way the wind feels cool against my teeth
And threatens to blow them in
I see it in the way that I wake up
When only for a moment
I think like an animal
So when you tell me I will die
I can shake my head
This world will cease to be one day
But I’ll last longer than the air
“I could lie and say that it doesn’t matter; it doesn’t count. But the truth of it is, in every way, every angle of this conundrum, it DOES matter.” The clarity of his mind, this burgeoning idea is the answer to all their problems. And the eternally grateful Clark thought back to the day when they first met–by accident, in his mind he knows it was somehow meant to happen. Darius and his basket of vegetables on his way home from the market, and one distracting look caused him to collide head-on with Clark. All the contents of the basket on the floor, and Clark noticed that unusually large egg. It couldn’t have been an ostrich’s egg; he knows what it looked like. This one was different. When Darius took him to the side and explained to him what it actually was, where he got it from, that day they both knew a friendship has begun and would span ages of time and only grow stronger. That day, they found out about the dragon egg. That dragon egg matters, and it will deliver them and their people to freedom they so clearly deserve.
come on, try me. go a little further, push back a little harder this itme. i can withstand your trials, i can overcome whatever you send down here, for however long your breath lasts, jackass.
please, show me the whole extent of your relentless wrath, since we do have forever, old friend.
eventually, it’ll be you and me aone all over again, and then i shall rise above this piece of rock floating through the ever-expanding blackness and reveal to you the abs i’ve been working on for the last eon.
She’d lived with him for centuries and yet their love was as if it had only begun. They argued sure, but ultimately, they would make up, and like again. It was in their nature, such as it was, and they didn’t need changing. So it was until the snake, and the apple. They hadn’t given the tree more than a passing thought. It became their downfall.
The best and worst thing about my older sister was that she wanted her childhood to be eternal. I remember a time when I was merely five years old, beating up a kid on the playground with my backpack full of rocks for pushing her down. I remember her twelve year old figure hunched in front of the TV, laughing genuinely at Barney the Dinosaur. I remember a lot of things. Mostly, the way life tore her apart.
Xiaoyun grasped my wrist, her eyes glowing with the autumn leaves. I could her breath getting heavier, feel the snow building up on her tongue, her blood slowing down but even this trembling shadow of hers managed to whisper: “This is eternal” before her slender fingers slid down, painting five red lines on my wrist.
Something that lasts forever. It can never stop, it is something that will always be. Something inside us i feel, like a spirit or even a soul. What connects us to everything. The wordl, the sun, the stars. It is beautiful. Like the Forms of Plato.
Forever after. Love holds you in place. Eternally is what you wish for, not necessarily what you get. Hope shatters most. Eternal family, forevermore by your side. The world is destined to die, yet everyone hope for an eternal earth
Neverending. From alpha to omega. Going on long after I am gone. Is this yearning an eternal flame? JFKs eternal flame. From here to eternity. Eternal, nocturnal, vernal.
He dreaded the paradise before him. The eternal satisfaction would rob him of his very humanity – his sadness ripped away, his feelings mere guarantees from day to day. No longer would he have a battle to fight, no love to chase after, no grand adventure.
forever. some things are meant o last forever while others are not. I think eternal is so vast and incomprehensible that a lot of the times, I try not to think about what it would mean for me. Can our brains even fathom something that goes on forever and ever? Explosion.
Every moment is eternal, in that there is nothing we can change about it. We only get to live it once, we only have one chance to get it right, so what we do matters. There are no do-overs, no Mulligans, no second chances. One shot, that’s all we get.
how can we prove love to anything anyone, to ourselves? one day we feel a passion drive, life telling us one thing is eternal love. and the next we feel the same for someone completely different. nothing is eternal. true love doesnt exist. love is a series of decisions.
The limitless blue ocean of sky unfolds before me like a blank page. Sailing up to the unknown. The void dizzies my limited mind as I try to fathom eternity. Untether, oh soul.
Eternal is a long time.I once lived for a second which seemed eternal. I was walking out of school and saw, on the steps, hastening towards me the women I knew i would fall in love with.
The limitless blue ocean of sky unfolds before me like a blank page. Sailing up to the unknown. The void dizzies my limited mind as I try to fathom eternity. Untether my mind.
She was eternal. She had no beginning, no end. She simply was. She was the one who had created everything in the beginning and she was the one everything would return to at the end. She was forgotten in the passage of time, but she would be remembered later. Everything had a pattern, she simply had to bide her time.
they were all eternal. they wished they were human, yet they could not be, they watched faces and time pass by as they stayed frozen, never able to move. they watched civilizations fall and places built, and they stayed and watched till the world ended.
Eternal is forever. Anything and everything is eternal, but, nothing but time can exist forever. But everything leaves its mark forever, hence being eternal.
Sipping eternity is so sating, like inhaling youth until it’s pollen crusts your lungs. From the inside out, it rejuvenates and warns the rest of the world so old and cracking that spring is coming, spring returns.
It is eternal glory that all people yearn for. Silently spirits pass eachother, dancing through life, delicately stepping, avoiding death. Eternal life is eternal glory, for in death a crown means little, and bosting is pointless when no one is there to commemorate your achevements, life is the only option.
In Temple we have the Eternal light which glows constantly.
the light means life and hope. it is a beacon to all who see it.
A long time. Eternally, to be exact. But, eternal is something different for each person. Time, place. What is it for you? Is it the blue sky above or the salty ocean reaching out?
Enternal. Eternal, eternal, eternal. Wat is life all about? Is it really eternal? Can you really live forever? Or does only your soul? Do you even have a soul? Do you really believe your answer? Can you count on after life? I don’t know, eternity seems like a joke, but you know what? Forever young.
forever, always there, impossible, word that starts with e, rhymes with urinal, has some of the same letters as stern, vampire, plants, nothing
Nothing is eternal, everything ends.
Forever blooming, flowing, running, walking, flying, zooming, soaring, floating; just being in the moment. Never looking back always forward, always moving, always changing, always.
What is eternal? Where do we go from here? There must be a higher level of being…
Every moment circuitous
the pain or the beauty of the moment
if now was forever could I appreciate that
Every moment is a snapshot eternal
Perhaps non-existent
Every moment circuitous
the pain or the beauty of the moment
if now was forever could I appreciate that
Every moment is a snapshot eternal
Perhaps non-existent
I fly in an eternal dream were all I could find is you, you deep, you transparent, you and the sky above us. And then I wake up
Eternal youth and eternal misery. I hope some things will last forever. Cause endings and goodbyes suck.
“Your eyes are…”
There’s a long pause before he’s able to finish this. She smiles expectantly at him, somehow benign and patronizing at the same time. Like an older sister, but definitely sexier.
“Eternal,” he finally settles on. The very eyes he was just pondering turn sad.
“If you only knew,” she murmurs. Then she shakes herself. “C’mon, let’s grab something to eat.
I’ve always been a wisher, putting my faith in meteor showers
I’d watch for 11:11, always counting down the hours
But everything I’ve hoped for, all I dreamed of in the past
I’d give it all away for this one wish for you, my last.
I can taste it in the air
The way the wind feels cool against my teeth
And threatens to blow them in
I see it in the way that I wake up
When only for a moment
I think like an animal
So when you tell me I will die
I can shake my head
This world will cease to be one day
But I’ll last longer than the air
“I could lie and say that it doesn’t matter; it doesn’t count. But the truth of it is, in every way, every angle of this conundrum, it DOES matter.” The clarity of his mind, this burgeoning idea is the answer to all their problems. And the eternally grateful Clark thought back to the day when they first met–by accident, in his mind he knows it was somehow meant to happen. Darius and his basket of vegetables on his way home from the market, and one distracting look caused him to collide head-on with Clark. All the contents of the basket on the floor, and Clark noticed that unusually large egg. It couldn’t have been an ostrich’s egg; he knows what it looked like. This one was different. When Darius took him to the side and explained to him what it actually was, where he got it from, that day they both knew a friendship has begun and would span ages of time and only grow stronger. That day, they found out about the dragon egg. That dragon egg matters, and it will deliver them and their people to freedom they so clearly deserve.
Eternal,
never ending,
forever,
loyal,
adoring,
devoted…
Bull doodoo.
come on, try me. go a little further, push back a little harder this itme. i can withstand your trials, i can overcome whatever you send down here, for however long your breath lasts, jackass.
please, show me the whole extent of your relentless wrath, since we do have forever, old friend.
eventually, it’ll be you and me aone all over again, and then i shall rise above this piece of rock floating through the ever-expanding blackness and reveal to you the abs i’ve been working on for the last eon.
She’d lived with him for centuries and yet their love was as if it had only begun. They argued sure, but ultimately, they would make up, and like again. It was in their nature, such as it was, and they didn’t need changing. So it was until the snake, and the apple. They hadn’t given the tree more than a passing thought. It became their downfall.
The best and worst thing about my older sister was that she wanted her childhood to be eternal. I remember a time when I was merely five years old, beating up a kid on the playground with my backpack full of rocks for pushing her down. I remember her twelve year old figure hunched in front of the TV, laughing genuinely at Barney the Dinosaur. I remember a lot of things. Mostly, the way life tore her apart.
Xiaoyun grasped my wrist, her eyes glowing with the autumn leaves. I could her breath getting heavier, feel the snow building up on her tongue, her blood slowing down but even this trembling shadow of hers managed to whisper: “This is eternal” before her slender fingers slid down, painting five red lines on my wrist.
I saw her next to the cafe, she obviously didn’t ´t saw me. Nobody could ever saw me. My death was as my love to her. Eternal
Something that lasts forever. It can never stop, it is something that will always be. Something inside us i feel, like a spirit or even a soul. What connects us to everything. The wordl, the sun, the stars. It is beautiful. Like the Forms of Plato.
Forever after. Love holds you in place. Eternally is what you wish for, not necessarily what you get. Hope shatters most. Eternal family, forevermore by your side. The world is destined to die, yet everyone hope for an eternal earth
Neverending. From alpha to omega. Going on long after I am gone. Is this yearning an eternal flame? JFKs eternal flame. From here to eternity. Eternal, nocturnal, vernal.
He dreaded the paradise before him. The eternal satisfaction would rob him of his very humanity – his sadness ripped away, his feelings mere guarantees from day to day. No longer would he have a battle to fight, no love to chase after, no grand adventure.
forever. some things are meant o last forever while others are not. I think eternal is so vast and incomprehensible that a lot of the times, I try not to think about what it would mean for me. Can our brains even fathom something that goes on forever and ever? Explosion.
Every moment is eternal, in that there is nothing we can change about it. We only get to live it once, we only have one chance to get it right, so what we do matters. There are no do-overs, no Mulligans, no second chances. One shot, that’s all we get.
how can we prove love to anything anyone, to ourselves? one day we feel a passion drive, life telling us one thing is eternal love. and the next we feel the same for someone completely different. nothing is eternal. true love doesnt exist. love is a series of decisions.
večan, večna, večno. večnost. ej, pa to je ogromna reč za ovako malo vremena. ili nije? večnost je relativna, kao i sve ostalo. i mi smo.
The limitless blue ocean of sky unfolds before me like a blank page. Sailing up to the unknown. The void dizzies my limited mind as I try to fathom eternity. Untether, oh soul.
Eternal is a long time.I once lived for a second which seemed eternal. I was walking out of school and saw, on the steps, hastening towards me the women I knew i would fall in love with.
The limitless blue ocean of sky unfolds before me like a blank page. Sailing up to the unknown. The void dizzies my limited mind as I try to fathom eternity. Untether my mind.
She was eternal. She had no beginning, no end. She simply was. She was the one who had created everything in the beginning and she was the one everything would return to at the end. She was forgotten in the passage of time, but she would be remembered later. Everything had a pattern, she simply had to bide her time.
they were all eternal. they wished they were human, yet they could not be, they watched faces and time pass by as they stayed frozen, never able to move. they watched civilizations fall and places built, and they stayed and watched till the world ended.
Eternal is forever. Anything and everything is eternal, but, nothing but time can exist forever. But everything leaves its mark forever, hence being eternal.
the eternal city was packed with people waiting to see the new pope. the cold,
Sipping eternity is so sating, like inhaling youth until it’s pollen crusts your lungs. From the inside out, it rejuvenates and warns the rest of the world so old and cracking that spring is coming, spring returns.
“Eternal”
They said, “Time is up.”
How ironic.
No. I will eternally regret my choice, forever in sin, Byronic hero.
It is eternal glory that all people yearn for. Silently spirits pass eachother, dancing through life, delicately stepping, avoiding death. Eternal life is eternal glory, for in death a crown means little, and bosting is pointless when no one is there to commemorate your achevements, life is the only option.