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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.
 The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
 Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
  An early but read more 
 The Pilgrim of Eternity, whose fame
 Over his living head like Heaven is bent,
  An early but enduring monument,
   Came, veiling all the lightnings of his song
    In sorrow. 
 Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through 
it. The river was cut by the world's read more 
 Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through 
it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over 
rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are 
timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of 
the words are theirs.
 I am haunted by waters. 
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.
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.
 From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and 
that is eternity.  
 From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and 
that is eternity. 
A photograph can be an instant of life captured for eternity that will never cease looking back at you.
A photograph can be an instant of life captured for eternity that will never cease looking back at you.
 Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
 But an eternal Now does always last.  
 Nothing is there to come, and nothing past,
 But an eternal Now does always 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.