Quotes About Timeless

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Johnny Got His Gun, A Farewell to Arms, A Prayer for Owen Meany, some years Wuthering Heights, Silas Marner, Their Eyes Were Watching God, or I Capture the Castle. Those books are like old friends. "When

Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Johnny Got His Gun, A Farewell to Arms, A Prayer for Owen Meany, some years Wuthering Heights, Silas Marner, Their Eyes Were Watching God, or I Capture the Castle. Those books are like old friends.

of damask. One afternoon

Then there are the books I teach every year: Tess of the d'Urbervilles, Johnny Got His Gun, A Farewell to Arms, A Prayer for Owen Meany, some years Wuthering Heights, Silas Marner, Their Eyes Were Watching God, or I Capture the Castle. Those books are like old friends.

May it live and last for more than one century.

And forever, O my brother, hail and farewell!

Era un consuelo pensar que, a pesar de lo mucho que había cambiado el mundo, las estrellas seguían siendo las mismas.

Music doesn't have a bedtime,

this dream pops. it was real:and it lasted forever.

Music's staying power is a function of how timeless the lyrics, song and production are.

Childhood lasts all through life. It returns to animate broad sections of adult life.... Poets will help us to find this living childhood within us, this permanent, durable immobile world.

Art cannot be limited by temporal aberations

Sir Thomas Beecham once said this at the Liverpool Philharmonic Hall when I was there as a boy. He said 'I'm often asked why operas survive generation after generation—La Bohème and things like that. And I always reply. 'They survive because they consist of bloody good tunes'.

My Sihaya,' he said as he held her, 'I have loved you for five thousand years.

You might look into the eyes of an infant, born mere minutes ago, to find that she is a thousand years old. Their limitless warmth and wisdom belie her true age.

EACH OF US IS IMMORTAL.

18Reckless words are like the thrusts of a sword, cutting remarks meant to stab and to hurt. But the words of the wise soothe and heal. 19Truthful words will stand the test of time, but one day every lie will be seen for what it is.

A]nd the unveiled figure Of the self stepping unclothed, sweetly stripped Of its leaf, into starlight, and the shadow of night, The cold water warm around the narrow ankles, The body at its most weightless, a thing so durable It will–like the carved stone figures holding up The temple roof–stand and remember its gods Long after those gods have been forsaken. —Brigit Pegeen Kelly, from "Plants Fed On by Fawns," The Orchard (BOA Editions, Ltd., 2004)

Some of the books I'd read had told me that love is fleeting; some of the other books I'd read had told me that love is eternal. But they were wrong. Love isn't either of those things. Love is not wanting the thing you love to ever end.

It is only a dying cause which can attain to perfect taste.

When you speak, your words echo only across the room or down the hall. but when you write, your words echo down the ages.

Laws die, but Books never.

eternal blue noon;

And the great White Whale sped away. And the sea rolled on as it had been rolling for five thousand years . . .