Quotes About Permanence

I'm turning into a rock, and in some ways that's good, because rocks last forever. But

This life is no more than the blink of an eye compared to life everlasting.

And any ending that may seem to come is not truly an ending, but an illusion. For Time does not die, Time has neither beginning nor end, and so nothing can end or die that has once had a place in Time.

To me, literature is a calling, even a kind of salvation. It connects me with an enterprise that is over 2,000 years old. What do we have from the past? Art and thought. That's what lasts. That's what continues to feed people and give them an idea of something better.

No book is worth reading once if it is not worth reading many times.

There's no changing the way people are. No one changes, everyone knows that.

Here, he felt like a stranger in a strange- and extremely seductive- land. In contrast to the places of his past, Bella Vista seemed weighted by a sense of permanence- the old country house with its courtyard and patios, the rustic stone barn and machine shop, outbuildings and weathered work sheds, the acres of age-gnarled apple trees, now covered in springtime blooms. He wondered what it would be like to watch the seasons change all in one place, year after year.

What we remember from childhood we remember forever—permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen. —CYNTHIA OZICK, AMERICAN WRITER, B. 1928

A book ... unlike a television program, moving picture or any other 'modern means of communication' ... can wait for years, yet be available at any moment when it happens to be needed.

Growing up in an old city, you learn history's one true lesson: that history fades. Nothing sticks together for very long without immense effort. His own strong house is in a constant process of disintegration. He calls workmen to come repair the roof, paint the porches, replace sills; but even this work has no permanence, it will have to be done again in four or five years. Is this noble activity for a man? Patching, gluing, temporizing, begging for time?

In the 1950s, there was a sense that literature and writing had a burning importance — that you could write a book or paint a painting and change the world. That kind of faith seems to be lacking now. Literature has been pushed toward the sidelines of [modern day] culture. There isn't that sense of centrality or permanence to the written word — everything seems more disposable.

Porque todo eso es para decirlo una vez y olvidarlo; o basta con decirlo así para que perdure.

Es el ruido de las cosas al caer desde la altura, un ruido interrumpido y por lo mismo eterno, un ruido que no termina nunca, que sigue sonando en mi cabeza desde esa tarde y no da señales de querer irse, que está para siempre suspendido en mi memoria, colgado en ella como una toalla de su percha.

Por delicadas que sean, las mañanas envilecen; lo destructible vacila y lo que pareciera, frente a nosotros, perdurar, no nos acoge, menos cruel que indiferente.

Qué?...: que la gota, siempre, tiene el tiempo consigo para hacer que crezcan raíces sobre el éter, y ramas, ramas, debajo del abismo...

Ese sueño que eres tú todavía dura. Durará siempre, porque siento como que estás dentro de mi sangre y pasas por mi corazón a cada rato.

Une pensée écrite est morte. Elle vivait. Elle ne vit plus. Elle était fleur. L'écriture l'a rendue artificielle, c'est-à-dire immuable.

Love isn't something you turn on or off. It's just…there. But I won't annoy you with it, I promise you.

An institution is beyond any individual. It breathes and lives on its own and always will.

I never believed marriage was a lasting institution. I thought that to be married for five years was to be married forever.

The most interesting thing about change in the environment is that for the most part the environment isn't changing.

When we are in good health, we all feel very real, solid, and permanent; and this is of all our illusions the most ridiculous, and also the most obviously useful from the point of view of the efficiency and preservation of the race.

All things are a-flowing,' sage Heraclitus says, but a tawdry cheapness shall outlast all days.

I am an eternal spirit and the things I make are but ephemera, yet I endure: Yea, and the little earth crumbles beneath our feet and we endure.