Andy Biersack Quotes

Writers and believers live their lives haunted by the same question: What happens to our days once they disappear? The objective fact is that each day that passes is lost forever, as forbidden to us as the dead. But prayer and fiction offer a different answer. Those lost days still live among us, written in each person's hand, turned into stories.

You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I'm grateful.

Photography is about freezing a moment in time; McGinley's is about freezing a stage in a lifetime.

Photography does not create eternity, as art does; it embalms time, rescuing it simply from its proper corruption.

Taking photos is a form of collecting.

A good snapshot stops a moment from running away.

History is the witness that testifies to the passing of time; it illumines reality, vitalizes memory, provides guidance in daily life and brings us tidings of antiquity

The Photography is a chopper which in the eternity seizes the moment which dazzled it.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

He made me suddenly realize that photographs could reach eternity through the moment.

Time is a lot of the things people say that God is. There's always preexisting, and having no end. There's the notion of being all powerful-because nothing can stand against time, can it? Not mountains, not armies. And time is, of course, all-healing. Give anything enough time, and everything is taken care of: all pain encompassed, all hardship erased, all loss subsumed. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Remember, man, that thou art dust; and unto dust thou shalt return. And if time is anything akin to God, I suppose that memory must be the devil.

But soon we shall die and all memory of those five will have left the earth, and we ourselves shall be loved for a while and forgotten. But the love will have been enough; all those impulses of love return to the love that made them. Even memory is not necessary for love. There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Today is only one day in all the days that will ever be.

That's what it's all about - making art is making something live forever. Human beings especially - we can't hold on to them in any way. Painting and art is a way of holding onto things and making things go on through time.

Photographs open doors into the past, but they also alloq a look into the future

In the memory of the dead all chronological differences are effaced.

Letters remind us that when we write we can bring back the best of times, even make time stand still, if only for a few minutes.

I suddenly understood that a photograph could fix eternity in an instant.

In the coming days and weeks, Laila would scramble frantically to commit it all to memory, what happened next. Like an art lover running out of a burning museum, she would grab whatever she could--a look, a whisper, a moan--to salvage from perishing to preserve. But time is the most unforgiving of fires, and she couldn't, in the end, save it all.

I used to take photographs just to remember people.

The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.

Time is not your enemy, forever is.