Quotes About Permanence

I want to stay rooted forever.

What would be the good of rushing? You want these books to last.

Sculpture will last a lot longer than painting.

The great thing about a painter is that he or she lives on - I mean, Andrew Wyeth is more in his paintings than he was walking around.

Often I have the impression that I am writing on paper that is already browning in the licks of the flames.

Optimistic people generally feel that good things will last a long time and will have a beneficial effect on everything they do. And they think that bad things are isolated: They won't last too long and won't affect other parts of life.

Feelings pass like clouds but love endures like the sky.

And once I realized that code I write never fucking goes away and I'm going to be a maintainer for life. I get comments about blog posts that are almost 10 years old. "Hey, I found this code. I found a bug," and I'm suddenly maintaining code.

What shall I say to you who will one day hear this last act for yourselves? You will—because whatever else shall pass away, this must remain.

Ich glaube, das ist es, was ich an Büchern immer gemocht habe. Dass sie unabänderlich sind. Man muss sie gar nicht lesen. Es reicht, sie zu besitzen, sie in die Hand zu nehmen und zu wissen, dass sie immer so bleiben, wie sie sind.

Le monde a l'envers, zise Gogu Apostolescu. Dar st? a?a de un milion de ani.

Onlar? ?imdiden gayet iyi tan?yorum. Üstümden ç?kar?p yata?a att???m robdö?ambr içinde, ebediyen ayn? insan bulunacak: Hasta.

Change alone is unchanging. —Heraclitus

It had not done so then, and could not now

It is only in winter that you can tell which trees are evergreen.

'Vogue' remains while its fashion editors come and go.

TheIinternet is a timeless void - you put something in there, and it's there forever and loses a lot of context.

There is no such thing as security. There never has been.

I still think it's really quite wonderful when I read a sentence of mine and it has that quality of lastingness.

The shelf life of an artist or musician isn't particularly long.

history is a living thing that never dies.

It's like having one red sock in a load of white laundry. One red sock, and nothing is ever white again.

What happens to the people who became writers because yakking and tweeting and bragging felt to them like intolerably shallow forms of social engagement? What happens to the people who want to communicate in depth, individual to individual, in the quiet and permanence of the printed word, and who were shaped by their love of writers who wrote when publication still assured some kind of quality control and literary reputations were more than a matter of self-promotional decibel levels?

The earth itself was unchangeable, the endless tracts of sand and water and pavement. It was the people, the perturbable madmen who roamed its surface, who viewed the world as transient and broken. Everett wished the earth could somehow reach up and still them, the crazy people, and invest them with its silence and permanence and depth.