Quotes About Permanence

No gossip ever dies away entirely, if many people voice it: It too is a kind of divinity.

Our possessions outlast us, surviving shocks we cannot; we have to live up to them, as they will be our witnesses when we are gone.

distrusted the permanent snare for his temporary opinions.

Things will be as they always are," he tells me. "Only more so.

Never is like forever, I think, and then am angry to be reminded of anything Cardan has ever said, especially now.

Jamás, al igual que para siempre, es un término tan grande que escapa a la comprensión de los mortales.

There are two ways for mortals to become permanent subjects of the Court: marrying into it or honing some great skill—in metallurgy or lute playing or whatever. Not interested in the first, I have to hope I can be talented enough for the second.

Jamás es igual que para siempre»

Strike a glass, and it will not endure an instant; simply do not strike it, and it will endure a thousand years. —G. K. CHESTERTON, ORTHODOXY

Good Lord. The first person she sees is Mick Drummond, with his ancient bobbing head. Would that man never die? Was he immortal? Was he real?

A few years hence and he will be beneath the sod; but those cliffs will stand, as now, facing the ocean, incessantly lashed by its waves, yet unshaken, immovable; and other eyes will gaze on them for their brief day of life, and then they, too, will close.

I loved that Amy Lowell poem when I first read it, how her lover was like red wine at the beginning and then became bread. But that has not happened to me. My loves remain wine to me, yet I become too quickly bread to them.

Je me souviendrai qu'elle m'a écrit par sms, vers la fin : J'ai travaillé. J'ai traduit ce qui meurt en ce qui dure. (Préface de Mathieu Terence, p. 8)

Det er bare det vi har mistet, som fremstår som evig uforanderlig.

In itself it is nothing. Nothing but a book: parchment, colouring, ink. Yet the most perishable material is at the same time the most durable substance in the world…

Unless our ideas are questioned, they become part of the furniture of eternity.

Love was the secret behind everything...love was what made vineyards grow and filled the spaces between the stars, and fixed the ground beneath his feet. It didn't matter if you acknowledged it or not. You couldn't stop the motion of the earth or hold back the ocean tides, or break the pull of the moon. You couldn't stop the rain or pull a shade over the sun.

It was a confirmation of a connection that already existed. And it was a bond that extended far beyond the borders of a shared living space. We would have stayed together even without a marriage certificate . . . but I believed in the permanence it represented. It was a piece of paper you could build a life on.

I think vampires are different from human beings, but they're sentenced to eternity on this planet. They have the same confusion about love and permanence, integrity, and denial. These qualities really are the same in vampire characters as in humans. I think they're universal themes.

High tech is for a short time. But art is forever. People still admire a Picasso or a Van Gogh. But they don't admire the steam locomotive anymore.

Technologies and specific vendors may come and go, but massive cultural transformations and new kinds of relationships? Those don't go away.

My verses stand gawping a bit. I never get used to this. They've lived here long enough.

But behind the existence which falls from one present to the other, without a past, without a future, behind these sounds which decompose from day to day, peel off and slip towards death, the melody stays the same, young and firm, like a pitiless witness.

And yet, I hope. This cannot continue eternally, can it? Something must someday happen. It is not possible that I should be a permanent fixture here, on the ninth floor of TGK, perpetually repeating the same small and meaningless rituals by rote. Someone