Quotes About Permanence

Ah, como passas as coisas deste mundo, nada do que se constrói é perene, nada do que se faz é bem lembrado além de seu tempinho, nada fica como está, nunca se volta, nunca se volta.?

The point of new historical investigation is to disrupt the notion of fixity, to discover the nature of the debate or repression that leads to the appearance of timeless permanence

Love not often, but forever.

No one wants to disappear. Words made things real, and they last so much longer than we do. So, for the record, here are the things I want to be real. And I hope that words are enough to make them that way

No one wants to disappear. Words pin things down and make them real, and they last so much longer than we do.

We contain the other, hopelessly and forever.

What it love, you ask. Dear child, love is like the light and there are two kinds, the bursting fireworks of the moment and the solid, fixed stars that sometimes become obscured in the heavens, but are always there, year after year, for a lifetime. You must experience the first in order to appreciate the second.

I wish I could sit here for eons and watch as these sandstone walls crumble, grain by grain and fall to floor this dry wash, become rearranged by water and wind, compressed to other cliffs, excavated into other canyons, and feel the wind all the same. The rock changes, the channel changes, the wind just carries air from one place to another, more constant than the rock. The rock is ephemeral, the wind, eternal.

That when we live no more, We may live ever

Because paper has more patience than people.

Duration is not a test of truth or falsehood.

The world changes, we do not, therein lies the irony that kills us.

If shadows were caused by the interplay between light and Life, a child's was still forming. An adult's was inextricably bound to his body, but a child had a tenuous relationship to his own permanence, and thus, his own shadow.

I saw it dissolve into a strangely clear horizon-there, a striated pyramid, stood the extinct volcano, a pain filled, deeply moving sight: permanence.

Land lasts longer than blood or love. It is not like a river.

There is something permanent, and something extremely profound, in owning a home.

I propose to build for eternity.

We're always taught that we're building for permanence, but why? I like the idea of a prosthetic architecture! When a section is removed, the building readjusts its weight distribution, like a living body.

I know very few young people, but it seems to me that they are all possessed with an almost fatal hunger for permanence.

I loved buildings that had grown silently with the centuries, catching the best of each generation while time curbed the artist's pride and the philistine's vulgarity and repaired the clumsiness of the dull workman.

More even than the work of the great architects, I loved buildings that grew silently with the centuries, catching and keeping the best of each generation, while time curbed the artist's pride and the Philistine's vulgarity, and repaired the clumsiness of the dull workman.

His desire re-created her until she lost all vestiges of the old Jenny, even the girl who had met him at the train that morning. Silently, as the night hours went by, he molded her over into an image of love - an image that would endure as long as love itself, or even longer - not to perish till he could say, 'I never really loved her.

A classic, suggested Anthony, is a successful book that has survived the reaction of the next period or generation. Then it's safe, like a style in architecture or furniture. It's acquired a picturesque dignity to take the place of its fashion…. After

forever wed his unutterable visions to her perishable breath