Quotes About Timeless

Years from now, when all the junk they got is broken and long forgotten, you'll still have your stars.

Tomorrow's integration is not my job. The story of yesterday's awakening is irrelevant. Here and now is where life is. And there is only here and now.

and it's like nothing matters, not even time, and for a couple hours I can just be.

I'm not really sure what makes a book a "classic" to begin with, but I think it has to be at least fifty years old and some person or animal has to die at the end.

Art cannot be modern. Art is primordially eternal.

You walk out in the evening with a woman, you tell her that she is beautiful and you love her, and twenty centuries hear what you are saying.

I would like to be like Rome when I am an old lady.

I love you," he whispered as he thrust again. And again. Each movement controlled. Each small movement devastating in its effect. "I love you." She lost all concept of time. She lost her place and surroundings. She couldn't remember who he was—who she was. She lost her mind.

I felt sure…that these creatures were never threatened by the grimness of history, either.

Do flies trapped in amber scream?

and the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever.

Steinbeck wasn't the thirties and Dickens wasn't the eighteen-hundreds. They were of their times but for the ages. Their writings are not products marketed for a brief time until they're out of vogue and discarded on the scrap heap.

A classic is a book that survives the circumstances that made it possible yet alone keeps those circumstances alive.

The sky is that beautiful old parchment in which the sun and the moon keep their diary.

Half light, half shade,She stood, a sight to make an old man young.

In the afternoon they came unto a landIn which it seemed always afternoon.

I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.

For men may come and men may go,But I go on forever.

Till last by Philip's farm I flowTo join the brimming river,For men may come and men may go,But I go on for ever.

lleva su inolvidable belleza con la distraída tranquilidad de quien es mucho más profundo que el estar siendo bonita todo el tiempo.

Here was the stillness of eternity.

I am that which began;Out of me the years roll;Out of me God and man;I am equal and whole;God changes, and man, and the form of them bodily; I am the soul.

Even in the timeless zone of the average day of an unwell person invisible to the rest of the fast-moving world there was Deirdre at four o'clock.

But I've always been a poet, that's all, no sex or race, no age or face. Can Eternity strip me of it? That's only another word. I'm inside myself, and inside it.