Quotes About Timeless

Eternal life, according to some theologians, for example, Dean Inge, does not mean existence throughout every moment of future time, but a mode of being wholly independent of time, in which there is no before and after, and therefore no logical possibility of change.

I think the essence of wisdom is emancipation, as far as possible, from the tyranny of the here and now.

It was a world as old as Time, but as new as Creation's hour had left it.

The distant roar of a walking lion rolls against the stillness of the night, and we listen. It is the voice of Africa bringing memories that do not exist in our minds or in our hearts - perhaps not even in our blood. It is out of time, but it is there, and it spans a chasm whose other side we cannot see.

You are My witnesses," declares the Lord, "that I am God. Yes, and from ancient days I am he." Isaiah 43:12–13 (NIV)

Professionally I've evolved with what's required, but the pictures I do for pleasure haven't changed, except for the cars in the background, the clothing. I haven't changed at all.

I don't get sick of 'MMMBop' in any way shape or form, and I don't know why I would.

A good story, a story resonant and remarkable, can be remade endlessly to tell new sides of itself for new generations of readers.

Music is neither old nor modern: it is either good or bad music, and the date at which it was written has no significance whatever.

In the range of music that we play - roughly 300 years' worth-there really are more similarities than differences.

Alfred Eisenstaedt

Any work that is born out of natural serendipity or reverts to simpler times is poignant for people - in any era.

Who profits from a king's fidelity save generations a thousand years unborn, and which of his works will they recall at that remove, or care?

Institutional buildings act as if they were designed specifically to prevent change for the organization inside and to convey timeless reliability to everyone outside. When forced to change anyway, as they always are, they do so with expensive reluctance and all possible delay. Institutional buildings are mortified by change.

She was tall, elegantly dressed and coifed, and looked ten years younger than her fifty-five years.

Like God's, women's toil had no beginning and no end.

us captive in each other's presence, brought together in a way we haven't experienced in . . . well, forever.

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at. Not to mention all those zillions of people I've never heard of. All those Homo sapiens and Neanderthals looked at the very same moon as me. It waxed and waned in their sky, too.

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at. Not to mention all those zillions of people I've never heard of. All those Homo sapiens and Neanderthals looked at the very same moon as me. It waxed and waned in their sky, too. Of

I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But

I never really thought about how when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

I never really thought about when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at. Not to mention all those zillions of people I've never heard of. All those Homo sapiens and Neanderthals looked at the very same moon as me. It waxed and waned in their sky too.

never really thought about how when I look at the moon it's the same moon Shakespeare and Marie Antoinette and George Washington and Cleopatra looked at.

And beyond the timeless meadows and emerald pastures, the rabbit holes and moss-covered oak and rowan trees and the slippy sloppy houses of frogs, the woodland-scented wind rushed between the leaves and blew around the gray veil that dipped below the fells, swirling up in a mist, blurring the edges of the distant forest. (View from Windermere in the Lake District)