Quotes About Permanence

Purposes, plans, and achievements of men may all disappear like yon cloud upon the mountain's summit; but, like the mountain itself, the things which are of God shall stand fast for ever and ever.

I'm very lucky. I'm very fortunate that my books have never gone out of print - none of them.

Gollum's never really gone too far away from me because he's indelibly kind of printed into my DNA now, I think.

Fashion to me has become very disposable; I wanted to get back to craft, to clothes that could last.

Music isn't necessarily made to last, and there's always been disposable music.

I don't know if there is an expiration date on diversity.

I want to make sure that I make music that lasts. I've been experimenting. I've been writing.

That's what's important to all of us that work on 'Atlanta,' that people don't see us as a fad.

Technology does not run backward. Once a technical capability is out there, it is out there for good.

Justice is a temporary thing that must at last come to an end; but the conscience is eternal and will never die.

Thirdly, Death is nothing else but a change of a short and temporary for an unalterable and eternal condition.

Presence remembered is presence still.

We die and everything goes on, the same as before.

Nothing but truth is immortal.

This was the hour when he found London most lovable; the working day over, her pub windows were warm and jewel-like, her streets thrummed with life, and the indefatigable permanence of her aged buildings, softened by the street lights, became strangely reassuring.

For time, which can extend and magnify you, cannot liberate you from the confines of your skin or alter nature from its enduring shape.

The pain of growing old lies specifically in the fact that part of us does not grow old.

People perish. Books are immortal.

People will perish, but books are immortal. (Pompeii)

Some things last, she thought. Rocks, rivers, old covered bridges. And some things don't last. Hot August nights and everything they bring with them. They elude us, so we go on without them, eventually we die and there is no sign of us.

There is no progress whatever. Everything is just the same as it was thousands, and tens of thousands, of years ago. The outward form changes. The essence does not change.

Things last, but sometimes for days here only children seem fit to handle children, and there is no utility or inspiration in the wind smashing without direction. The fresh paint on the captains' houses hides softer wood.

But make no mistake: the weeds will win; nature bats last.

Laughter went on and on, like sunlight and stone, even if the human beings who laughed did not.