Quotes About Permanence

Life does not end when we physically do.

The truth is you never can leave home. You take it with you everywhere you go. It's under your skin. It moves the tongue or slows it, colors the thinking, impedes upon the logic.

Truth, though it has many disadvantages, is at least changeless. You can always find it where you left it.

Truth is eternal. Knowledge is changeable. It is disastrous to confuse them.

It's never too late with truth. It stands outside time.

There is an element of truth in every idea that lasts long enough to be called corny.

Everything passes, only truth remains.

Truth has no special time of its own. Its hour is now - always.

The stream of time sweeps away errors, and leaves the truth for the inheritance of humanity.

Truth has not special time of its own. Its hour is now - always and, indeed then most truly, when it seems unsuitable to actual circumstances.

Truth can never be confined to time and culture; in history it is known, but it also reaches beyond history.

Truth is everlasting.

A garment that is double dyed, dipped again and again, will retain the color a great while; so a truth which is the subject of meditation.

Nothing endures except truth.

Truth, which is permanent, eludes the historian of events. Truth transcends history.

God alone is truth, everything else is transitory and illusory.

The body they may kill: God's truth abideth still, His Kingdom is forever.

The genuine essence of truth never dies.

Truth takes no account of centuries.

We have but one permanent home: heaven - that's still the old truth that we always have to re-learn - and it's only through the impact of sad experiences that we assimilate it.

Truth cannot be changed. When all the flowers of the world are dead, there will still be a true thing that is a flower.

Truth is immortal error is mortal.

My point is, there is always a cause for fear. The cause may change over time, but the fear is always with us. Before

This love of theirs, with its reassuring domesticity and its easy silences, its permanence, has yoked Sally directly to the machinery of mortality itself. Now there is a loss beyond imagining.