Quotes About Permanence

But the good deed, through the ages Living in historic pages, Brighter grows and gleams immortal, Unconsumed by moth or rust.

The brilliant passes, like the dew at morn; The true endures, for ages yet unborn.

Whatever age we are is the age we've always been.

And I told him that a man's life is always dealing with permanence—that the most dangerous kind of irresponsibility is to think of your doings as temporary.

In the end, nothing is lost. Every event, for good or evil, has effects forever.

The past is not dead. Indeed, it is often not even past.

The more things change, the more they remain the same.

When I think of my youth, he went in, what we took for granted, what we assumed was for ever certain, for ever permanent.

Time does not move. Only ignorance and stupidity move. Intelligence (force, power) stands still with time and forces change about itself - sifting the world for permanence, in the drift of nonentity.

Il passato non è morto e sepolto. In realtà non è neppure passato

who two thousand years hence will still be throwing triumphantly off the yoke of Latin culture and intelligence of which they were never in any great permanent danger to begin with.

But I didn't need to see him because he was there, he would always be there; maybe what Druscilla meant by his dream was not something which he possessed but something which he had bequeathed us which we could never forget, which would even assume the corporeal shape of him whenever any of us, black or white, closed our eyes.

The wagon wound and jolted between the slow and shifting yet constant walls from beyond and above which the wilderness watched them pass, less than inimical now and never to be inimical again since the buck still and forever leaped, the shaking gun-barrels coming constantly and forever steady at last, crashing, and still out of his instant of immortality the buck sprang, forever immortal

The infant is ten and he stays

sometimes-guns, that violently assert the manchmal, this stuff, our everyday, against the always of the immer.

Em ?ã s?ng nh? m?t tia ch?p, lóe lên m?t l?n r?i t?t l?m. Nh?ng nh?ng tia ch?p do b?u tr?i làm tóe ra. Mà b?u tr?i thì v?nh c?u. ?ó c?ng là ni?m an ?i c?a tôi. (Con tàu tr?ng)

Oh, thought Tom, so it finishes as quickly as this. All the things we make exceptional are merely borrowed from the mundane and must without warning be surrendered to it.

In any case, he made me think the unheard-of: The world could go on after our destruction.

And even if she loses the charms, she thinks, they'll always be a part of her. The things that matter stay with you, seep into your skin. People get tattoos to have a permanent reminder of things they love or believe or fear, but though she'll never regret the turtle, she has no need to ink her flesh again to remember the past. She had not known the markings would be etched so deep.

Las cosas que importan se quedan contigo, se filtran en tu piel. La gente se hace tatuajes para tener un recordatorio permanente de las cosas que aman o de aquellas en que creen o a las que temen, pero aunque nunca lamentará la tortuga, no tiene necesidad de poner tinta en su cuerpo otra vez para recordar el pasado.

How strange. The power of the spirit over the permanence of celluloid. A fantasy, fixed in time yet fleeting. The spirit. He pauses & nods perceptibly. The Spirit is the Reader. What the reader constructs is the Other, & the Other is contained in his flight, the definition of the Other is flight. To fix the Other is to lose him, to let him flee & grow is to keep him.

It's amazing that a man who is dead can talk to people through these pages. As long as this books survives, his ideas live.

We have built our houses between what is fluid and what is fixed.

The good thing about books is that they remain themselves. What happens in their pages stays there. Harriet does not like the idea of the story bleeding through into real life. She trusts a story, and doesn't trust real life. But what makes her trust a story is the knowledge that it will stay where it is, that she can visit it but that there is no chance it will visit her.