Quotes About Timeless

She was old; millions of years old, she felt. And at last, she could bear the burden of herself no more.

Her eyes were like the first morning of the world, so ageless

When did one come to an end? In which direction was it finished? There was no end, no finish, only this roaring vast space. Did one never get old, never die? That was the clue.

Ethics and equity and the principles of justice do not change with the calendar.

Song of Myself I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now, And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

I have heard what the talkers were talking . . . . the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now, Nor any more youth or age than there is now; And will never be any more perfection than there is now, Nor any more heaven or hell than there is now.

I speak the password primeval.

Although this poetry collection was first published in 1855, when Whitman was 36 years old, the poet spent his whole life revising the poems in several editions.

Allons! to that which is endless as it was beginningless.

And now it seems to me the beautiful uncut hair of graves.

There is, in sanest hours, a consciousness, a thought that rises, independent, lifted out from all else, calm, like the stars, shining eternal

Politics is for the present, while our equations are for eternity.

It conjured up memories of what he sounded like when he was young, and how, as in his favorite Dylan song, he had remained forever young. "They push the human race forward

El buen arte se aparta de la moda, no la sigue

People like you and me never grow old," he wrote a friend later in life. "We never cease to stand like curious children before the great mystery into which we were born.

It didn't matter that it wouldn't last. Beauty never did.

I have this love for Mattie. It was formed in me as he himself was formed. It has his shape, you might say. He fits it. He fits into it as he fits into his clothes. He will always fit into it. When he gets out of the car and I meet him and hug him, there he is, him himself, something of my very own forever, and my love for him goes all around him just as it did when he was a baby and a little boy and a young man grown.

I realized that the story of even so small a place can never be completely told and can never be finished. It is eternal, always here and now, and going on forever.

Nobody ever outgrows Scripture the book widens and deepens with our years.

Don't be fooled by what the Sunday reviewers say of the jazz-age, Saturday-Evening-Post-popularity, et cetera. People will be going back to Fitzgerald one day as they now go back to Henry James.

I always say a kiss on the hand might feel very good, but a diamond tiara lasts forever.

Colorado..... When God carved this place with His words, He lingered.

That was the night I learned the value of an old hymn. How something so old and "out-of-date" could say words my heart needed to hear and didn't know how to say.

But good hymns? They live past the people who wrote them. Hymns never die.