Quotes About Timeless

A kind of relationship had developed between the mountain and me, which had to grow and endure in order to become timeless, even after my death.

Así somos él y yo, tal vez le sirva, le digo a Renzi, tipos sin arraigo, gente anacrónica, los últimos sobrevivientes de una estirpe en disolución.

a land In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon

If our friendship depends on things like space and time, then when we finally overcome space and time, we've destroyed our own brotherhood! But overcome space, and all we have left is Here. Overcome time, and all we have left is Now. And in the middle of Here and Now, don't you think that we might see each other once or twice?

Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect. -And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there.

True love stories never have endings.

Heaven is not a place, and it's not a time. Heaven is being perfect.

Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect.

Real love stories never have endings.

Peki bundan sonra ne olacak? Nereye gidiyoruz? Cennet diye bir yer yok mu? -Hay?r Jonathan öyle bir yer yok. O ne bir yer, ne de bir zaman. Cennet, kendinde kusursuzluÄŸu bulmakt?r.

Are you telling me that even though it's changing every second, the sky is always a perfect sky?

No, Jonathan, there is no such place. Heaven is not a place, and it is not a time. Heaven is being perfect.

You will begin to touch heaven, Jonathan, in the moment that you touch perfect speed. And that isn't flying a thousand miles an hour, or a million, or flying at the speed of light. Because any number is a limit, and perfection doesn't have limits. Perfect speed, my son, is being there." Without

Remember, Jonathan, heaven isn't a place or a time, because place and time are so very meaningless.

Together—though perhaps only together—they were fully formed. They stayed on the road. Life went on as it had, from the thirties straight into the forties. They owned little—a bit of furniture, their clothes, no car.

The time since last April has gone by fast, in an almost technicolor-telescopic way—much faster than I'm used to having it go—which may be Florida's great virtue, instead of the warm weather: time goes by fast in a perfectly timeless way. Not a bit like Gotham, where you seem to feel every second you are alive, but somehow miss everything else.

Straight, as if sawn down from turf to beach, the cliff shuts off the human world, for the sea knows no time and no era; you cannot tell what century it is from the face of the sea. (The Breeze on Beachy Head)

We are always the same age inside. —GERTRUDE STEIN

Religion decays, the icon remains; a narrative is forgotten, yet its representation still magnetizes.

Dicho de otra forma. Yo tenía diecinueve años y sabía que el amor era incorruptible, a prueba del tiempo y del deterioro.

When all else failed, when there seemed to be nothing but nonsense in the world, he held to this: that good music would always be good music, and great music was impregnable. You could play Bach's preludes and fugues at any tempo, with any dynamics, and they would still be great music, proof even against the wretch who brought ten thumbs to the keyboard. And in the same way, you could not play such music cynically.

L'arte appartiene a tutti e a nessuno. L'arte appartiene a tutti i tempi e a nessun tempo in particolare. L'arte appartiene a chi la produce e a chi l'assapora. L'arte non appartiene più al Popolo e al Partito di quanto una volta non appartenesse all'aristocrazia e ai mecenati. L'arte è il mormorio della storia, udibile al di là del rumore del tempo. L'arte non esiste per sé: esiste per il pubblico.

The half-life of love is forever.

It's as though a smile is ageless, or perhaps eternal, independent of the decay and collapse of the surrounding features.