Quotes About Timeless

Aren't we forever?

Magnus had been alive hundreds of years himself, and yet the simplest things could turn a day into a jewel, and a succession of days into a glittering chain that went on and on. Here was the simplest thing: a pretty girl liked him, and the day shone.

Magnus believed that many old things were creations of enduring beauty. The pyramids. Michelangelo's David. Versailles. Magnus himself.

I looked deeply into the fire, and the timeless, eternal dance of colors I saw there was so beautiful, I wanted to cry. Cal's deep voice floated toward me as clearly as a whisper in a tunnel, as if his words were meant for me alone, and the found me unerringly even as the group dissolved into talking. He said the words under his breath, his gaze fixed on my face. "I banish loneliness.

Blue Eyes, we have many nights to lie with one another. Forever, yes? Until we die and rot." "Until death do we part," she amended.

My arm is yours to lean upon for always. Until snow comes to your hair, eh? For always, until I am dust in the wind.

In the beginning there was Dust, and in the end there will be Dust, and in the middle there is Dust, Dust, Dust!

I will always be here, in my old chair by the door, waiting for you, whenever you are lonesome. Our little house will always look just the same as when we first blew the dust off the bookshelves, and the kettle will always be just about to boil. Sometimes I will be young, and sometimes I will be old, sometimes you will be young, and sometimes you will be old. But for as long as forever, I will keep a room for you. I swear by the sparkle in my eye and the spring in your step.

But Fairyland is an old place, and old things have strange hungers.

There is no end and no beginning. There is only we two, alone in the dark, for always.

for my eeries, anything. Anything, forever, always.

I will always be here, in my old chair by the door, waiting for you, whenever you are lonesome. Our little house will always look just the same as when we first blew the dust off the bookshelves, and the kettle will always be just about to boil. Sometimes I will be young, and sometimes I will be old, and sometimes you will be young, and sometimes you will be old. But for as long as forever, I will keep a room for you. I swear by the sparkle in my eye and the spring in your step.

But I've brought you to the snow, and the snow is the beginning and the end of everything, everyone knows that. I

After-comers cannot guess the beauty been.

Love is the emblem of eternity; it confounds all notion of time; effaces all memory of a beginning, all fear of an end.

A sound that continues. A sun that's always shining. Everything stays the same. Nothing changes.

It is only the city dweller spending his weekends in the country who goes into raptures about nature; the farmer breathes in it. It is only the uncreative critic who is given to much talking about art. For the artist himself, his art is speech sufficient. It is only a motherless time that cries out for a mother, and a deeply unmotherly age that can point to the mother as a demand of the time, for it is precisely the mother who is timeless, the same in all epochs and among all peoples.

We are always the same age inside.

los hombres mueren y los gobiernos cambian, pero las canciones de La Bohéme vivirán siempre. Thomas Alva edison

God is so great! He remains the same throughout seasons.

God is still a healer and a giver of life. He does not change with time.

It is amazing that something I did 23 years ago still has an audience that people respond to and I am touched and surprised that people are still very positive about.

Give full attention to life's moments and the images you capture will be everlasting.

Perhaps I am old-fashioned, but black and white films still hold an affectionate place in my heart; they have an incomparable mystique and mood.