Quotes About Perpetuity

I think about 'The Simpsons,' which has been going on for 25 years. Homer is still in his late 30's. Lisa is 8, Bart is 10. Their stories are told. Yet the series keeps going on and on like a zombie that won't lie down and die. That feels forced and unnatural. The characters never change, grow, age.

Now he belongs to the ages.

Adam Smith himself made the analogy of the economy as a watch or a clock that once set in motion continues on its own.

I'm leaping off a cliff only to discover I can fly... and then realizing there's nowhere to land. Ever. That's what's going on.

Only debt is forever.

Praise bounteous providence if you will that grants even an ogre a tiny glow-worm tenderness encapsulated in icy caverns of a cruel heart or else despair for in the very germ of that kindred love is lodged the perpetuity of evil

As for the present-day Festivals they were endless--blurred--going on forever so that no one knew where one had ended in the next begun.

There are no endings.

No story ever really ends, and I think I know why.

Time is eternity begun.

Time is an available instrument for reaching the eternal.

World without end.

"There's no such thing as death" — In nature, nothing dies; From each sad remnant of decay Some forms of life arise. The faded leaf that falls All sere and brown to earth, Ere long will mingle with the shapes That give the floweret birth.

Truly there is no such thing as finality.

Real lives have no end. Real books have no end.

I've realized that I can never not do the nail salon joke, and I will have to talk about Bon Qui Qui for eternity.

Everything is always happening all at once, in the present tense, forever, the beginning and the end and the denouement and the remaindering.

Eternity takes forever. The infinite expanse of time just does not know when to quit.

My undertaking is not difficult, essentially. I should only have to be immortal to carry it out.

We've set aside tens of millions of acres of those northwestern forests for perpetuity. The unemployment rate has gone not up, but down. The economy has gone up.

The hidden time is an eternity that runs through every moment. It is all-time. The hidden time is a thread, and moments are the beads on the thread.

But the iniquity of oblivion blindly scattereth her poppy, and deals with the memory of men without distinction to merit of perpetuity.

She is ancientness. She has lived forever. It has driven her insane.

All she could think was: I will be here forever. I will never be able to get away .