The long time to come when I shall not exist has more effect on me than this short present time, which nevertheless seems endless.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I joyfully hasten to meet death. If it come before I have had opportunity to develop all my artistic faculties, it will come, my hard fate notwithstanding, too soon, and I should probably wish it later - yet even then I shall be happy, for will it not deliver me from a state of endless suffering?
Nothing is to come, and nothing past: But an eternal now, does always last.
Life has no meaning the moment you lose the illusion of being eternal.
I used to believe I was going to live forever. And then you suddenly become aware that you're not.
I've been a long time coming, and I'll be a long time gone. You've got your whole life to do something, and that's not very long.
I existed from all eternity and, behold, I am here; and I shall exist till the end of time, for my being has no end.
If I shall exist eternally, how shall I exist tomorrow?
The more determinedly I exist, as myself, within the conditions of the time, the more clearly I shall hear the language of the past, the nearer I shall feel the glow of its life.
The future is no longer indefinite. Time has become very finite to me and very precious.
The longer I live, the more I am enabled to realize that I have but one life to live on Earth, and that this one life is but a brief life, for sowing, in comparison with eternity, for reaping.