Charles Dickens Quotes

What does it mean to die when you can live until the end of the world?

I don't have any regrets, really, except that one. I wanted to write about you, about us, really. Do you know what I mean? I wanted to write about everything, the life we're having and the lives we might have had. I wanted to write about all the ways we might have died.

Time's violence rends the soul, by the rent eternity enters.

He that will often put eternity and the world before him, and who will dare to look steadfastly at both of them, will find that the more often he contemplates them, the former will grow greater, and the latter less.

When I say forever,' Koschei whispered, 'I mean until the black death of the world. An Ivan means just the present moment, the flickering light of it, in a green field, his mouth on yours. He means the stretching of that moment. But forever isn't bright; it isn't like that. Forever is cold and hard and final.

No eternal reward will forgive us now for wasting the dawn.

Does not Eternity appear dreadful to you. I often get to thinking of it and it seems so dark to me that I almost wish there was no Eternity. To think that we must forever live and never cease to be. It seems as if Death would be a relief to so endless a state of existence.

Taking no chances means wasting your dreams.

I've always had such wonderful opportunities, but I never made the effort, haven't put on the pressure. But I never took them.

How much I missed, simply because I was afraid of missing it.

A billion years or so into eternity, how many toys we accumulated during this life will not seem too terribly important.

But lost chances are as much a part of life as chances taken, and a story cannot dwell on what might have been.

age means nothing. If anything I feel that I'm still a child: eternity and childhood are my ages.

As the mother's womb holds us for ten months, making us ready, not for the womb itself, but for life, just so, through our lives, we are making ourselves ready for another birth...Therefore look forward without fear to that appointed hour- the last hour of the body, but not of the soul...That day, which you fear as being the end of all things, is the birthday of your eternity.

That fear of missing out on things makes you miss out on everything.

You ask me, How much time? I do not know. I know it means time enough to forget time.

When you look at life retrospectively you rarely regret anything that you did, but you might regret things that you didn't do.

We need be careful how we deal with those about us, when every death carries to some small circle of survivors, thoughts of so much omitted, and so little done- of so many things forgotten, and so many more which might have been repaired! There is no remorse so deep as that which is unavailing; if we would be spared its tortures, let us remember this, in time.

Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.

You are full of wonderful possibilities. Do something with them. The most painful regrets, those which never go away, are regrets of things not done, things never attempted.

When I reflect upon the number of disagreeable people who I know have gone to a better world, I am moved to lead a different life.

A split second is nothing compared to twenty-four hours. On God's clock you're in the middle of your millisecond. Compared to eternity, what is seventy, eighty, ninety years?

Remembering the facts of death and Heaven gives us an even more pressing reason to learn to pray: We do not have an infinite amount of time. We are one day nearer Home today than we ever were before. I guarantee you that after you die you will not say 'I spent too much time praying; I wish I had watched more TV instead.'

Oh Lord, let me not live to be useless.