Quotes About Permanence

Me parece que esto es lo que busca la memoria: no en sí la permanencia, sino una relevancia permanente.

But most mosses are immune to death by drying. For them, desiccation is simply a temporary interruption in life.

If love is real, doesn't it then last forever? Why? Life is real, and it doesn't last either

The sea is better than a mother. You can love your mother, and she still might leave you. You can love or hate the sea, but it will always be there. Forever. The sea has been the center of her life. It has nurtured her and stolen from her, but it has never left.

We were to be like long vines with entwined roots, like trees that stand a thousand years, like a pair of mandarin ducks mated for life

I focus my eyes on my jade bracelet. All these years and for all the years after I die, it will remain unchanged. It will always be hard and cold- just a piece of stone. Yet for me it is an object that ties me to the past, to people and places that are gone forever. Its continued perfection serves as a physical reminder to keep living, to look to the future, to cherish what I have. It reminds me to endure. I'll live one morning after another.

Memories are forever~ The Giver

Jonas, your memories would not be lost with you. Memories are forever.

Los capitanes vienen y van, pero las administraciones viven eternamente

I try. What can I say?" She pauses. "Is all this really happening? I keep thinking that soon it will be over—the life expectancy of a cloud is supposed to be only twelve hours—and then I realize something has occurred that can never ever be over.

Qué puede haber más tópico y ramplón que ese afán de ser y no morir? No ha debido de existir ni un solo ser humano, desde el principio de los tiempos, que no haya experimentado alguna vez ese espejismo de hermosura, esa necesidad de permanencia. Hasta los idiotas tienen inquietudes trascendentes y aspiran alguna vez a la eternidad. La metafísica es la más común de las bajas pasiones.

Cando penso que te fuches, Negra sombra que me asombras, Ó pé dos meus cabezales Tornas, facéndome mofa. Cando maxino que es ida, No mesmo sol te me amostras, I eres a estrela que brila, I eres o vento que zoa. Si cantan, es ti que cantas, Si choran, es ti que choras, I es o marmurio do río I es a noite i es a aurora. En todo estás e ti es todo, Pra min i en min mesma moras, Nin me abandonarás nunca, Sombra que sempre me asombras.

Desear no es querer. Se desea lo que se sabe que no dura. Se quiere lo que se sabe que es eterno

The pyramids will perish in the course of the centuries but the ideas which gave them birth will develop onwards. The cathedral of today will take another form. Raphael's pictures will fall into dust but the soul of Raphael and the ideas which his creations represent will be living powers forever. The Art of today will be the Nature of tomorrow and will blossom again in her. Thus does Involution become Evolution.

Time only changes the outside of things. It scars the rocks and snarls the trees, but the heart inside remains the same." —Charles M. Russell

Early impressions are hard to eradicate from the mind. When once wool has been dyed purple, who can restore it to its previous whiteness?

What you were is forever who you are.

This is how we are: we fall in love with each other's strengths, but love deepens towards permanence when we fall in love with each other's weaknesses.

The city of Jahilia is built entirely of sand, its structures formed of the desert whence it rises. It is a sight to wonder at: walled, four-gated, the whole of it a miracle worked by its citizens, who have learned the trick of transforming the fine white dune-sand of those forsaken parts, - the very stuff of inconstancy, - the quintessence of unsettlement, shifting, treachery, lack-of-form, - and have turned it, by alchemy, into the fabric of their newly invented permanence.

This is how we are: we fall in love with each other's strengths, but love deepens toward permanence when we fall in love with each other's weaknesses.

Ceaseless change is an unreliable basis for lasting fulfillment.

There is no such thing as a permanent advertising success.

Despotism, suspicious by its very nature, views the separation of men as the best guarantee of its own permanence and usually does all it can to keep them in isolation. No defect of the human heart suits it better than egoism; a tyrant is relaxed enough to forgive his subjects for failing to love him, provided that they do not love one another...he gives the name of 'good citizens' to those who retreat into themselves.

The first among mankind will always be those who make something imperishable out of a sheet of paper, a canvas, a piece of marble, or a few sounds