Quotes About Permanence

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees.  My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. 

Mi amor por Linton es cómo la maleza de los bosques: el tiempo lo cambiará, yo ya sé que el invierno muda los árboles. Mi amor por Heathcliff se parece a las eternas rocas profundas, es fuente de escaso placer visible, pero necesario.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary. Nelly, I am Heathcliff!

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees—my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath—a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods: time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees. My love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath: a source of little visible delight, but necessary.

There is not room for Death, Nor atom that his might could render void: Thou—THOU art Being and Breath, And what THOU art may never be destroyed.

My love for Linton is like the foliage in the woods. Time will change it, I'm well aware, as winter changes the trees - my love for Heathcliff resembles the eternal rocks beneath - a source of little visible delight, but necessary.?

Opinion is a flitting thing, but the truth outlasts the sun.

Opinion is a flitting thing. But truth outlasts the sun.

I wonder why I miss her and Dex does not. Perhaps it is because I've known her so much longer. Or maybe it's the very nature of a friendship versus an intimate relationship. When you are in a relationship, you are aware that it might end. You grow apart, find someone else, simply fall out of love. But a friendship isn't a zero-sum game, and as such, you assume it will last forever, especially an old friendship. You take its permanence for granted, which might be the very thing so dear about it.

When you are in a relationship, you are aware that it might end. You might grow apart, find someone else, simply fall out of love. But a friendship isn't a zero-sum game, and as such, you assume that it will last forever, especially an old friendship. You take its permanence for granted, which might be the very thing so dear about it.

Cuando tienes una relación, eres consciente de que se puede acabar. puede que os distanciéis, conozcáis a otro o simplemente que dejéis de estar enamorados. Pero una amistad no es un juego de suma cero y, como tal, das por sentado que durará para siempre, en especial si es una vieja amistad. das por sentada su permanencia; quizá sea por eso por lo que es tan valiosa.

Mary regretted it a little already. Sometimes words were like glass that broke in her mouth.

Is life much too long for an immortal?

Nichts weiter als eine Legende, sagst du? Du willst nichts weiter als Fakten? Fakten sind vergänglich, glaube mir das, nur die Legende bleibt, so wie die Seele nach dem Körper oder der Duft einer vorbeigegangenen Frau.

Once, on a walk with the president, Senator Selden Spencer of Missouri tried to cheer Coolidge by pointing to the White House and asking, in a joking tone, who might live there. "Nobody," Coolidge replied, "they just come and go.

everything, every speck of dust, every drop of water continue to exist eternally, albeit in different forms, except for my soul?

We had agreed that "in love" had burned out after four years for us, the way it does for most of us, in two months or two years and, I guess, never for some lucky people. Instead of a trail of fire roaring through, those people get small candles steadily lighting the way home until death do they part, and only the young are stupid enough to think that those two old people, him gimping, her squinting, are not in love.

Perhaps it makes sense that a creature that doesn't get ill and has few enemies among its neighbors would also live agelessly and die without explanation or cause--would simply vanish without a trace.

A good book is never exhausted. It goes on whispering to you from the wall.

The average man, who does not know what to do with his life, wants another one which will last forever.

for photography does not create eternity, as art does, it embalms time, rescuing it simply from its proper corruption.

Be careful: everything fades, everything vanishes. Something must remain of us…

The whole book stays put, right there all the time, always the same, with the words perfectly lined up one after another, waiting.