Quotes About Timeless

Every piece of art will be if it's lucky enough to be dug up, if there's anything to dig up.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

The spoken word is ephemeral. The written word, eternal. A symphony, timeless.

The cheap no matter how charming how immediate does not wear so well. It has a way of telling its whole story the first time through.

Like those great sphinxes lounging through eternity in noble attitudes upon the desert sand, they gaze incuriously at nothing, calm and wise.

bag on a strap over her shoulder that she had owned since she was nineteen. But somehow

photo of the three of them that was

There are things I've given up on Like recording funny answering machine messages. It's part of growing older And the human race as a group has matured along the same lines. It seems our comedy dates the quickest. If you laugh out loud at Shakespeare's jokes I hope you won't be insulted if I say you're trying too hard. Even sketches from the original Saturday Night Live seem slow-witted and obvious now.

David Foster Wallace understood the paradox of attempting to write fiction that spoke to posterity and a contemporary audience simultaneously

Love is not love which alters it when alteration finds, or bends with the remover to remove: O no! It is an ever fixed mark that looks on tempests and is never shaken; it is the star to every wandering bark whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, but bears it out, even to the edge of doom.

Eternity was in our lips and eyes.

Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale her infinite variety.

Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom: If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved

whats here a cup closed in my true loves hand poisin i see hath been his timeless end. oh churl drunk all and left no friendly drop to help me after. i will kiss thy lips some poisin doth hang on them, to help me die with a restorative. thy lips are warm. yea noise then ill be brief oh happy dagger this is thy sheath. there rust and let me die.

How many ages hence Shall this our lofty scene be acted over, In states unborn and accents yet unknown!

To me, fair friend, you never can be old, For as you were when first your eye I ey'd, Such seems your beauty still.

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

For all that beauty that doth cover thee Is but the seemly raiment of my heart, Which in thy breast doth live, as thine in me. How can I then be elder than thou art?

keep eternal springtime on thy face

He who lives not in time, but in the present, is happy. —LUDWIG VON WITTGENSTEIN

Short words are best, and old words when short are best of all.