Quotes About Permanence

Time is the moving image of eternity.

what is it that always is, but never comes to be, and what is it that comes to be† but never is?

the skull always grinned because it knew it would emerge triumphant, that it would comprise the sole identity of the face long after vain baubles like lips and skin and eyes were gone.

Some events mark us so deeply that they find more force of presence in their aftermath than in their occurrence. They are moments that rankle at becoming past, and so remain contemporaries of our beating hearts. Some events are not remembered—they are relived.

No I'm worrying about people taking pictures and putting them on Facebook. That crap never dies. Kind of like you Mikey.

Perhaps wisdom is simply a matter of waiting, and healing a question of time. And anything good you've ever been given is yours forever.

He considered razing the house and rebuilding, but he realized that houses are not haunted, and regardless of the architecture with which we surround ourselves,our ghosts stay with us until we ourselves are ghosts.

We live in a world of disposable memory, nothing's built to last, not even shame.

We live in a world of disposable memory. Nothing's built to last, not even shame.

The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was.

Smiths songs certainly have an astonishing afterlife.

What the church is really concerned about is what endures.

Fashion will last forever. It will exist always. It will exist in its own way in each era.

Today is a part of eternity.

I do not want to have the feeling of writing 'for eternity', so to speak.

It's a very old wall, a very strong wall, from which no one can fall, which no one can break open, from which nothing can ever be heard again.

Ultimately all the paper in the world is charred by fire or melted by water, since they douse fire with water.

It's a very old wall, a very strong wall, a very strong wall, from which no one can fall, which no one can break open, from which nothing can ever be heard again.

Il fiore perde la freschezza e il profumo; ma la memoria del fiore ci rimane nell'anima incorruttibile ed odorosa per sempre!

In time the Rockies may crumble,Gibraltar may tumble(They're only made of clay),But our love is here to stay.

What nature creates has eternity in it.

Centuries have not worm-eaten the solidity of this ancient furniture of the mind.

Wherever he went he left footprints so firm that nobody could later efface or blur them, not even he himself, when on rare occasions he was tempted to do so.

Of all possessions wisdom alone is immortal.