Love Quote by William Blake

Blake slips a cosmic flirtation into a single line, then lets it detonate. "Eternity is in love" turns the infinite into a suitor, not a judge: affectionate, hungry, attentive. The shock is that what Eternity loves isn’t the spotless realm of timeless ideals but "the productions of time" - the messy, perishable stuff we make while the clock is running. Art, yes, but also bodies, revolutions, mistakes, even ordinary labor. Blake’s verb choice matters: productions suggests manufacture, craft, sweat. Time isn’t just passing; it’s producing.

The subtext is a quiet rebellion against the cold prestige of the eternal. In Blake’s England, industrial capitalism was reorganizing life into units of output, while dominant religion often trained people to treat earthly experience as a mere waiting room for heaven. Blake flips the hierarchy. If Eternity is captivated by time’s products, then the temporary is not a failed version of the permanent; it’s the very thing the permanent longs for.

Context sharpens the provocation. Blake lived amid political upheaval (American and French revolutions), expanding factories, and a culture that prized rational systems. His work insists that imagination is not decoration but a mode of truth. This line smuggles that claim into a love story: what endures is not sterile perfection but the intense, finite act of making. Eternity, in Blake’s vision, isn’t an escape hatch. It’s the audience that can’t stop watching.