Permanence Quotes

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James Baldwin
“Perhaps home is not a place but simply an irrevocable condition.”
James Baldwin, Giovanni's Room

Neil Gaiman
“I like the stars. It's the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they're always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend...I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don't last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend...”
Neil Gaiman, Brief Lives

Hermann Hesse
“No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds”
Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game

William Shakespeare
“So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.”
William Shakespeare, Shakespeare's Sonnets

Timothy J. Keller
“Real love, the Bible says, instinctively desires permanence.”
Timothy Keller, The Meaning of Marriage: Facing the Complexities of Commitment with the Wisdom of God

Georges Bataille
“Above all human existence requires stability, the permanence of things. The result is an ambivalence with respect to all great and violent expenditure of strength; such an expenditure, whether in nature or in man, represents the strongest possible threat. The feelings of admiration and of ecstasy induced by them thus mean that we are concerned to admire them from afar. The sun corresponds to that prudent concern. It is all radiance gigantic loss of heat and light, flame, explosion; but remote from men, who can enjoy in safety and quiet the fruits of this cataclysm. To earth belongs the solidity which sustains houses of stone and the steps of men (at least on its surface, for buried within the depths of the earth is the incandescence of lava).”
Georges Bataille, Van Gogh As Prometheus

Hope Jahren
“No risk is more terrifying than that taken by the first root. A lucky root will eventually find water, but its first job is to anchor -- to anchor an embryo and forever end its mobile phase, however passive that mobility was. Once the first root is extended, the plant will never again enjoy any hope (however feeble) of relocating to a place less cold, less dry, less dangerous. Indeed, it will face frost, drought, and greedy jaws without any possibility of flight. The tiny rootlet has only once chance to guess what the future years, decades -- even centuries -- will bring to the patch of soil where it sits. It assesses the light and humidity of the moment, refers to its programming, and quite literally takes the plunge.”
Hope Jahren, Lab Girl

Hermann Hesse
“No permanence is ours; we are a wave
That flows to fit whatever form it finds:
Through night or day, cathedral or the cave
We pass forever, craving form that binds.”
Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game

Bertrand Russell
“The search for something permanent is one of the deepest of the instincts leading men to philosophy.”
Bertrand Russell, A History of Western Philosophy

Stephen R. Donaldson
“Stone and sea are deep in life
Two unalterable symbols of the world
Permanence at rest
And permanence in motion
Participants in the power that remains”
Stephen R. Donaldson, The Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, the Unbeliever

Tom Robbins
“Bones are patient. Bones never tire nor do they run away. When you come upon a man who has been dead many years, his bones will still be lying there, in place, content, patiently waiting, but his flesh will have gotten up and left him. Water is like flesh. Water will not stand still. It is always off to somewhere else; restless, talkative, and curious. Even water in a covered jar will disappear in time. Flesh is water. Stones are like bones. Satisfied. Patient. Dependable. Tell me, then, Alobar, in order to achieve immortality, should you emulate water or stone? Should you trust your flesh or your bones?”
Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

Thornton Wilder
“You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever.
I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense.”
Thornton Wilder, The Ides of March

Stephen Levine
“That which is impermanent attracts compassion. That which is not provides wisdom. (116)”
Stephen Levine, A Year to Live: How to Live This Year as If It Were Your Last

Alain de Botton
“Our exertions generally find no enduring physical correlatives. We are diluted in gigantic intangible collective projects, which leave us wondering what we did last year and, more profoundly, where we have gone and quite what we have amounted to....

How different everything is for the craftsman who ... can step back at the end of a day or lifetime and point to an object--whether a square of canvas, a chair or a clay jug--and see it as a stable repository of his skills and an accurate record of his years, and hence feel collected together in one place, rather than strung out across projects which long ago evaporated into nothing one could hold or see.”
Alain de Botton, The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work

Kurt Vonnegut Jr.
“...we took the 10 machines we agreed were the most beguiling, and we put them on permanent exhibit in the foyer of this library underneath a sign whose words can surely be applied to this whole ruined planet nowadays: THE COMPLICATED FUTILITY OF IGNORANCE”
Kurt Vonnegut, Hocus Pocus

Susan Orlean
“I, too, had set out to be remembered. I had wanted to create something permanent in my life- some proof that everything in its way mattered, that working hard mattered, that feeling things mattered, that even sadness and loss mattered, because it was all part of something that would live on. But I had also come to recognize that not everything needs to be durable. the lesson we have yet to learn from dogs, that could sustain us, is that having no apprehension of the past or future is not limiting but liberating. Rin Tin Tin did not need to be remembered in order to be happy; for him, it was always enough to have that instant when the sun was soft, when the ball was tossed and caught, when the beloved rubber doll was squeaked. Such a moment was complete in itself, pure and sufficient.”
Susan Orlean

Criss Jami
“Unlike wealth, there is an infinite value in legacy.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

Alain de Botton
“What makes the prospect of death distinctive in the modern age is the background of permanent technological and sociological revolution against which it is set, and which serves to strip us of any possible faith in the permanence of our labours. Our ancestors could believe that their achievements had a chance of bearing up against the flow of events. We know time to be a hurricane. Our buildings, our sense of style, our ideas, all of these will soon enough be anachronisms, and the machines in which we now take inordinate pride will seem no less bathetic than Yorick's skull.”
Alain de Botton, The Pleasures and Sorrows of Work

Criss Jami
“The idea that all souls are mortal is the only notion surely terminating love and all its forms.”
Criss Jami, Killosophy

Criss Jami
“Like most arts, the link between the mind and the pen can chain you like an enslaved workaholic. Even on an intended vacation you suddenly have this killer urge to record whatever the vacation may teach.”
Criss Jami, Healology

Hilary Leichter
“She noted the fallacy of permanence in a world where everything ends and desire that kind of permanence all the same.”
Hilary Leichter, Temporary

Ashim Shanker
“Etchings endure,
But not in Sand
Meanings Collide
To Unresolved Fragments
Codes fizzle to Static
They are not lost
But Unheard
Never lost
Fading slowly to Silence
By infinite degrees”
Ashim Shanker, Sinew of the Social Species

Alberto Savinio
“Mr. Codro's destiny is Ptolemaic; in other words, based on fiction. Ptolemaic says it all; it means above all fixed and unchanging, that is to say different from real life which is by nature changing and temporary. It means: not according to natural truth, but according to man's desire and the pretense inspired by his fear of dying and his desire for permanence.”
Alberto Savinio

“A job shouldn’t be a mean of existence but rather, a means of sustenance”
Sunday Adelaja

Garth Greenwell
“I had never wanted permanence before, not really, or I had wanted my freedom more; I had accepted that passionate feeling faded, all my earlier experience had confirmed it, when love that seemed certain simply dissolved, on one side or both, for no particular reason, leaving little trace.”
Garth Greenwell, Cleanness

Lord Byron
“What is the end of Fame? 't is but to fill
A certain portion of uncertain paper:
Some liken it to climbing up a hill,
Whose summit, like all hills, is lost in vapour;
For this men write, speak, preach, and heroes kill,
And bards burn what they call their 'midnight taper,'
To have, when the original is dust,
A name, a wretched picture, and worse bust.”
Lord Byron, Don Juan

Lord Byron
“What are the hopes of man? Old Egypt's King
Cheops erected the first pyramid
And largest, thinking it was just the thing
To keep his memory whole, and mummy hid;
But somebody or other rummaging,
Burglariously broke his coffin's lid:
Let not a monument give you or me hopes,
Since not a pinch of dust remains of Cheops.”
Lord Byron, Don Juan

Mehmet Murat ildan
“States have collapsed, empires have disappeared, epochs ended, new eras have begun, but the Egyptian Pyramids are still standing! Why? Because those who built these pyramids had an endless desire to become a permanent part of eternity!”
Mehmet Murat ildan

“Verba volant, scripta manent.”
Caius Titus

Vladimir Hlocky
“Throughout my days on Earth, I have gone by a myriad of names. I seasonally got wind of epithets such as a rootless strider, a hammer lacking a head, a trampled idealist, and in most instances a hopeless dreamer. And yet: One cannot bring a fantasist back to ground by such utterings. Words for him are like indistinct silhouettes above a sea. Seagulls that disappear into a morning fog. They will erode like statues of stone and abate like the men who built them. A dreamer’s hope can only succumb at the dawn of a more brilliant, precious one.”
Vladimir Hlocky, Journeys Beyond Earth

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