Quotes About Timeless

What was boring was somehow more elegant, more perfect, for it was incontrovertible. The boring was everything that certainly was. The boring was everything that had stood the test of time. The boring was that set of truths that were so long fixed that erosion had begun to sand them down. The boring was geological; the boring was universal. The boring, therefore, was preferable.

It blew my mind that this stuff had survived for two thousand, three thousand years.

Unbelievable, I murmured. After four thousand years, I am still discovering new things. Like how dumb you are, Meg volunteered. No. So you already knew that?

How old is she now? he asked. Hard to say. She was a tree for a while. Now she's immortal.

Grand buildings made her feel better--maybe because being in a place so permanent made her feel more permanent.

The woman was beautiful in timeless, regal way- like a statue you might admire but could never love.

He was beautiful the way an angel is beautiful - timeless, perfect, remote.

Her face had an imperious, timeless quality that I'd learned to recognize. It meant I'm a goddess; deal with it.

A legacy that powerful does not disappear. Next to the Egyptians, the Greeks and Romans were babies. Our modern nations like Great Britain and America? Blinks of an eye...The very oldest root of civilization, at least of Western civilization, is Egypt. Look at the pyramid on the dollar bill. Look at the Washington Monument—the world's largest Egyptian obelisk. Egypt is still.......very much alive.

You may choose to believe or not, but the fact is that immortal means immortal. Can you imagine that for a moment, never dying? Never fading? Existing, just as you are, for all time?

She could have happily lived inside any nineteenth century novel.

Back out in what passed for daylight, he was greeted by ancient, tall tenements staring blankly at each other from either side of the street, making it feel more like a tunnel, making it feel as if night had fallen. If there had been no people around, you might have mistaken it for a film set of a Dickens novel. You might have mistaken it for the past itself.

Die Toten hinterlassen ihre Schatten, einen Nachhall des Raumes, den sie einst bewohnten. Sie suchen uns heim, werden nie schwächer oder älter als wir. Wir betrauern nicht nur den Verlust ihrer Zukunft, sondern auch den der unseren.

It goes in streaks. But some things never go out of fashion.' Hunger artists, fat folks, giants, and dog acts come and go but real freaks never lose their appeal.

A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove . . . . but the world maybe different because I was important in the life of a child.

But for another few minutes at least, we were safe, and we kept dancing under the starlit sky.

All his life he would cherish the memory of an endless caravan of camels alongside the railway line, the laden beasts plodding patiently through the snow, ignoring the twentieth century as it hurtled past them in a clash of iron and a shriek of steam.

Thus, to see all memory as present experience is to collapse the boundaries of this present moment, to free it of illusory limits, to deliver it from the opposites of past vs. future. It becomes obvious that there is nothing behind you in time nor before you in time. You thus have nowhere to stand but in the timeless present, and thus nowhere to stand but in eternity.

As my Dzogchen teacher said, "Come back when you can show me something that does not have a beginning in time.

ALL you are actually ever aware of is this timeless Now.

It's called the Infinity Effect.

A photograph captures a moment for eternity.

Immortality is the new twenty!

When every memory has been made and the pages start to fade. And every prayer you ever prayed is heaven bound. When you think the ride is over, you're back at the beginning. Love is never-ending.