Quotes About Timeless

Nature has no history.

The great collapses, the small remains forever.

As a young man with most of my life ahead of me, I decided early to give my life to something eternal and absolute. Not to these little gods that are here today and gone tomorrow. But to God who is the same yesterday, today, and forever.

read so much about the grieving process over the past month. Devoured articles on the Internet, ordered books. All of them were clear that there was no timeline for grief. They were specific about symptoms of grief—the sensations of choking, shortness of breath, feelings of emptiness, endless crying. But nothing warned her that when she wasn't experiencing those symptoms of anguish, all that was left was a sense of meaninglessness. A great, vast gray space of nothingness. Limbo.

When I unwrapped the moth from its funeral shroud, it was the same startlingly lovely creature as on the day I had entombed it. Everything about it seemed beautiful and perfect, and so utterly unchanged.

we are only what we always were

But the big hills up at the lake helped to make him feel that the houseboat man did not matter. The hills had been there before Captain Flint. They would be there for ever. That, somehow was comforting.

Elle est retrouvée! Quoi? -l'Éternité. C'est la mer allée Avec le soleil.

Change alone is eternal, perpetual, immortal.

After your death, you will be what you were before your birth.

The frozen flowers never go away. They hang around somewhere all the time.

she and Felix had their own, private, decades-long conversation that had never stopped.

Love don't know no age and it don't know no experience.

How could something have no end, and if it had no end exactly where did it leave us?

She thought that they had not greeted each other and that it was right. This was not a reunion, but just one moment out of something that had never been interrupted. She thought how strange it would be if she ever said "Hello" to him; one did not greet oneself each morning.

Victor Hugo: "If a writer wrote merely for his time, I would have to break my pen and throw it away.

And he has created eternity, which was to have measured his power, and which measures his unending defeat.

Have it compose a poem—a poem about a haircut! But lofty, noble, tragic, timeless, full of love, treachery, retribution, quiet heroism in the face of certain doom! Six lines, cleverly rhymed, and every word beginning with the letter s!!

Only those could maintain certainty who were themselves of great permanence – like the stars, the mountains and the sea.

Times may change; Cynsters never do

Y en ese momento, juro que éramos infinitos.

Sam sat down and started laughing. Patrick started laughing. I started laughing. And in that moment, I swear we were infinite.

I feel infinite." And

E, nesse momento, juro: éramos infinitos.