Quotes About Timeless

I have loved you all my life, Mal, " I whispered through my tears. "There is no end to our story.

But whatever However Whenever this ends I want you to know That right now I love you forever

Love is forever. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be love. The world is beautiful. If it wasn't, it wouldn't be the world.

God's love is eternal.

A bond between souls is ancient - older than the planet.

Don't strive to be beautiful from the outside, instead, strive to be beautiful from the inside, Surface beauty will fade through time & age, beauty from the heart, however, never will!

In your trembling touch of love, I lost my past, present, and future.

Soul mates don't finally meet somewhere at a certain place at a certain time, they're in each other, all along.

The stars will go out before I forget you, Mark Blackthorn.

Love remains forever young in their moments of togetherness.

Patience mimics the power of infinity. And nobody can win a staring contest with infinity. No matter how long you last, infinity is just getting started.

Se encontró suspirando por un amor lo suficientemente fuerte como para soportar los peores tiempos... Un amor lo suficientemente grande como para durar para siempre.

The symbolism of a belief can survive far longer than the belief itself.

Some people are haunted by their pasts, but not my family. I mean, how can you be haunted by something that never really dies?

Children don't know these things. So we begin now. That's what I love about this Work—we can write from a three-year-old perspective if we need to. It's timeless.

Oswald: All your life Aurore: What? Oswald: All your life, isn't that what you wanted to know? How long I loved you? Aurore: Well, yes, I suppose I did, but that wasn't what I was going to ask just now. Oswald: I tell you I've loved you since the day you were born, and you tell me you want to know something else. There's no one quite like you, is there, Aurore?

The vista from atop the poinciana was timeless and serene—a long string of egrets crossing the distant 'glades; a squadron of white pelicans circling a nearby bay; a pair of ospreys hovering kitelike above a tidal creek. It was a perfect picture and a perfect silence.

One glance at (a book) and you hear the voice of another person - perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millenia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time.

Writing is perhaps the greatest human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another.

Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time — proof that humans can work magic.

C]reation is not simply viewed as a matter of origination or a divine activity chronologically set only in the beginning.

The power of Orden predates the star shift.

This, milord, is my family's axe. We have owned it for almost nine hundred years, see. Of course, sometimes it needed a new blade. And sometimes it has required a new handle, new designs on the metalwork, a little refreshing of the ornamentation . . . but is this not the nine hundred-year-old axe of my family? And because it has changed gently over time, it is still a pretty good axe, y'know. Pretty good.

As large as worlds. As old as Time. As patient as a brick.