Quotes About Timeless

I wish to believe in immortality - I wish to live with you forever.

The laws sometimes sleep, but never die.

The man who writes about himself and his own time is the only man who writes about all people and about all time.

Laws die, books never.

What is valuable is not new, and what is new is not valuable.

The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul.

It is not how old you are, but how you are old.

Occasionally we sigh for an earlier day when we could just look at the stars without worrying whether they were theirs or ours.

Right is the eternal sun; the world cannot delay its coming.

You have all eternity to be cautious in when you're dead.

A speech does not need to be eternal to be immortal.

And so make life, death and that vast forever One grand, sweet song.

World without end.

A novel must be exceptionally good to live as long as the average cat.

A rock was sticking out of the water, jagged and pointed, covered with moss--a remnant of the Ice Age. It had withstood the rains, the snows, the frost, the heat. It was afraid of no one. It did not need redemption, it had already been redeemed.

What a wealth we are granted, in the books that carry the best in us through time.

But misfortunes do not last forever (this they have in common with joys) but pass away or are at least diminished and become lost in oblivion. Life on the kapia always renews itself despite everything and the bridge does not change with the years or with the centuries or with the most painful turns in human affairs. All these pass over it, even as the unquiet waters pass beneath its smooth and perfect arches.

U mraku vidim kako ti o?i sjaju, a kad nam se lica dotaknu i tvoj dah ukrsti sa mojim, ja osetim sve godine naše ljubavi sažete u jedan jedini tren, i znam samo da postojimo ti i ja, ali pretopljeni na silnoj vatri naše duge, tajne i tajanstvene ljubavi, i pomešani nerazdvojno, zauvek. -

A most je i dalje stajao, onakav kakav je oduvek bio, sa svojom ve?itom mladoš?u savršene zamisli i dobrih i velikih ljudskih dela koja ne znaju šta je starenje ni promena i koja, bar tako izgleda, ne dele sudbinu prolaznih stvari ovoga sveta.

Ideal umjetnika: tiho živjeti i biti u sve dane zaposlen stvaranjem u najraznoli?nijim formama, ali stvaranjem jedino i davanjem uvijek, da se nema vremena da živi i da se ima od svih radosti samo jednu jedinu: veliku radost stvaranja, a potom mirno iš?eznuti i ostaviti se u boji, u liniji, u rije?i, u gestu, u zvuku, da bi se svijetlilo vijekovima i grijalo svoje i svakog.

Tako su se obnavljali naraštaji pored mosta, a on je kao prašinu stresao sa sebe sve tragove koje su na njemu ostavljale prolazne ljudske ?udi ili potrebe, i ostajao je posle svega nepromenljiv.

Poets generally write as if they were dead. –

I want to keep you, till the end of days.

Some things last, she thought. Some ordinary things. Like love.