Quotes About Timeless

You can take a book to the beach without worrying about sand getting in its works. You can take it to bed without being nervous about it falling to the floor should you nod off. You can spill coffee on it. You can sit on it. You can put it down on a table, open to the page you're reading, and when you pick it up a few days later it will still be exactly as you left it. You never have to be concerned about plugging a book into an outlet or having its battery die.

Eight days the light continued on its own: A miracle, they say, but not more so Than ordinary lives of flesh and bone, Consuming wicks burned ashen long ago....

We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.

But why is it that it seems that it's already happened? Like it's happened thousands of times before, that it will always happen, like a piece of CCTV footage of the city, stuck on loop.

That such a scrap of kitsch has endured in a way that the writing of Francis Bacon has not says much about what's really timeless and what isn't; that the 1959 "Deck of Cards" was far more popular with pop audiences than with country audiences says much about who the real kitschmongers are.

The people had abducted her, submerged her in the timeless otherworld that was no more real than the underwater palaces of those other abductors, the Sidhe, the unearthly faerie who stole human children, twisted their souls from their bodies, and filled them instead with dark glamour. Nothing was real.

The flesh is nearly burnt from your bones and the human from your heart. You're nothing but wyrd and ælf breath. Spend less time in the wind.

Sometimes your face looks like something carved a thousand years ago.

It felt like a moment out of time, endless. The grass was pleasantly prickly against her thighs and arms. She stretched, wiggled, laughed: happy.

Sólo las letras antiguas curan la sarna moderna.

No pertenezco a un mundo que perece. Prolongo y transmito una verdad que no muere.

Civilization is not an endless succession of inventions and discoveries, but the task of ensuring that certain things last.

Whereas contemporaries read only the optimist with enthusiasm, posterity rereads the pessimist with admiration.

and they would imprint upon each other's lips such a long and languishing kiss, that a little straw cigar might have been smoked during the time it lasted.

I think Bach is equally a romantic composer because he laid the seeds harmonically for people like Chopin and the great Romantics, Brahms, so it's difficult to you know all this like labelling and putting - I think Bach is attractive to musicians because he supersedes the labels.

All depends on you. It is by your consent that the world exists. Withdraw your belief in its reality and it will dissolve like a dream. Time can bring down mountains; much more you, who are the timeless source of time. For without memory and expectation there can be no time.

Know yourself as beyond space and time - in contact with them only at the point of here and now, otherwise all-pervading and all-containing, unapproachable, unassailable, invulnerable - you will be afraid no longer. Know yourself as you are - against fear there is no other remedy.

The innermost light, shining peacefully and timelessly in the heart, is the real guru. All others merely show the way.

Chanting is the sadhana of consciousness offered to the timeless Self, and the mantra serves as a reminder of this nondual truth.

My comedy is for children from three to 93. You do need a slightly childish sense of humour and if you haven't got that, it's very sad.

Light had its allotted time; but timeless and infinite is the reign of the night ? the duration of sleep eternal.

a crystal willow, a poplar of water,a tall fountain the wind arches over,a tree deep-rooted yet dancing still,a course of a river that turns, moves on,doubles back, and comes full circle,forever arriving:

because two bodies, naked and entwined, leap over time, they are invulnerable, nothing can touch them, they return to the source, there is no you, no I, no tomorrow, no yesterday, no names, the truth of two in a single body, a single soul, oh total being...

We should be foolish indeed if we valued their achievement simply on the score of age. Yet we allow our historical sympathy to override our aesthetic discrimination.