Quotes About Timeless

They drove up Third Avenue so that they might see the famous Stuyvesant pear tree on the corner of Thirteenth Street. Again for the two hundredth time its ancient boughs were loaded with blossoms. How strange it was that it could go on renewing itself in exquisite youth, when the hands that had planted it had so long ago fallen to dust!

Now they were lords of the galaxy, and beyond the reach of time. They could rove at will among the stars, and sink like a subtle mist through the very interstices of space. But despite their godlike powers, they had not wholly forgotten their origin, in the warm slime of a vanished sea.

At this point, there flashed briefly through Stenton's horrified mind the memory of that timeless classic, H. G. Wells's "The Star." He had first read it as a small boy, and it had helped to spark his interest in astronomy.

The timeless instant passed.

The Man Who Ploughed the Sea First published in Satellite, June 1957 Collected in Tales from the White Hart This story was written in Miami, in 1954. Despite the lapse of time, many of the themes of this story are surprisingly up-to-date, and a few years ago I was amazed to read a description in a scientific journal of a ship-borne device to extract uranium from sea water! I sent a copy of the story to the inventors, and apologised for invalidating their patent.

Hill House,not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it has stood for eighty years and might stand eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more.

Hill House itself, not sane, stood against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, its walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Hill House, not sane, stood by itself against its hills, holding darkness within; it had stood so for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. Within, walls continued upright, bricks met neatly, floors were firm, and doors were sensibly shut; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.

Then there was only the soft night wind and the timeless sea. And the stars above, where it had all been written.

In inconstient, nimic nu ia sfarsit, nu trece, nu se uita

Il fallait cueillir sur ses lèvres les mots qu'elle s'arrachait dans un souffle et que leur mystère rendait troublants comme des oracles. Ses souvenirs, ses idées, ses soucis flottaient hors du temps, transformés en rêves irréels et poignants par sa voix puérile et l'imminence de sa mort.

The fall of the petals from fruit trees in blossom. To know that what is most precious is not rooted in existence—that is beautiful. Why? It projects the soul beyond time.

the exchange of love is illegitimate if one or the other's consent does not proceed from the central point of the soul where the 'yes' can only be eternal. The obligation of marriage, which is now so often regarded as a simple social convention, is written into the very nature of human thought by the affinity between carnal love and beauty. Everything that has some relationship to beauty should be exempted (unaffected) by the passage of time. Beauty is eternity here below.

Authors have the power to bore people long after we are dead. –

My philosophy is best summed up by the phrase 'plain, simple, and useful.' Such things may not win many design prizes, but neither do they go out of fashion.

William Blake:   He who binds to himself a Joy, Does the winged life destroy; He who kisses the Joy as it flies, Lives in Eternity's sunrise.

You fall in and out of love, but when you really love someone...it's forever.

You'd never get tired of a pony. It's a classic. It's, like, the Chanel jacket of toys.

true love isent true unless it lasts forever

Io non mi sono mai sentita vecchia. Nessuno si sente vecchio. [...] Io mi sono sempre sentita così: una ragazza di vent'anni, per tutta la vita. L'aspetto esteriore è solo... un involucro.

A man's anger can never age and fade away, not until he dies. The dead alone feel no pain.

A man's anger can never age and fade away, not until he dies. The dead alone feel no pain.

What distinguishes all love from lust is the fact that it bears an impress of eternity.