Quotes About Timeless

The moment I close my eyes, I see you and sleep vanishes. I'm awake the entire night, revisiting ourmemories together. The night seems to stretch on forever.

Love melts. Love heals. Love unites. Love forgives. A Divine Union that goes beyond time and space, that's what I'm looking for—

Nothing is lost that love remembers.

love canembellish its beginningsing its blossomingand engrave its eternitiesbut can never explain its loss.

Am urmele unui trecut care, nu numai c? e mort, ca orice trecut, dar care n-a transmis nimic epocilor care au venit dup? el. Trecut f?r? urma?i.

The more a consciousness is awakened, the more it transcends its own historicity...

What's time between a mother and her daughter? Never too much, never enough.

Once, lovers on faraway shores sat by candlelight and dipped ink to parchment, writing words that could not be erased. They took an evening to compose their thoughts, maybe the next evening as well.

Stay with me. Forever.

She explains that lost love is still love.Life has to end but love doesn't

What's time between a mother and her daughter? Never too much, never enough.

War is the same every when and where.

Servant of God: In this cave, you will not age a moment. Dor: I deserve no such gift. Servant of God: It is not a gift.

They were achingly beautiful, these ghostly cities—New York, Rio, Shanghai, Paris—under their stains of stars, images as though from an epoch before electricity, but with the buildings of today. Whether they looked like the past, or the present, or the future, she couldn't decide.

Sandwiches,' she said, 'like diamonds, are forever.

I will love you even when I am dust on the wind.

There they are, held like flies, in the amber of that moment...

There were those lines at the corners of his eye and mouth, if I looked for them, but that was all that betrayed his years. In everything else, he was a young man: the still-hard edges of his profile, his dark hair untouched with silver, his pale smooth unweathered cheek, his long and graceful hands.

I do think that all of us think in poems. I think of a poem as being deeper than headline news. You know how they talk about breaking news all the time, that -- if too much breaking news, trying to absorb all the breaking news, you start feeling really broken. And you need something that takes you to a place that's a little more timeless, that kind of gives you a place to stand to look out at all these things. Otherwise, you just feel assaulted by all of the tragedy in the world.

We walked where the ancient pier juts into the sea. Stood on the rim of the pool, by the circle of black boulders. No one saw we were there and everyone who had ever been there stood silently in air. Where else do we ever have to go, and why?

The mass depiction of the modern woman as a beauty is a contradiction: Where modern women are growing, moving, and expressing their individuality, as the myth has it, beauty is by definition inert, timeless, and generic. That this hallucination is necessary and deliberate is evident in the way beauty so directly contradicts women's real situation.

like a book read over and over again like one book being a long row of books like leaves and windflowers bending low and bending to be never broken

A thing of beauty is a boy forever.

You can come share a tasty meal of bread, raisins, and fresh cheese. With that, and The Count of Monte Cristo, anyone can live to a hundred.