Quotes About Impermanence

Para acalmar essa garota e fazê-la ouvir, conto a ela a história do meu peixinho. Esse é o peixinho número 641 em uma vida repleta de peixinhos dourados. Meus pais me deram o primeiro para me ensinar como amar e cuidar de outra criaturinha viva de Deus. Seiscentos e quarenta peixinhos depois, a única coisa que sei é que tudo que você ama vai morrer.

Do not assume tomorrow will come. Car crash, heart attack, panda mauling; no promises that you'll see the day after today. What you do get is today. You're here right now, so don't waste it. Today is always the day you have. Tomorrow is always a day away. Something-something

I'm afraid you're going to disappear one day, Kazahaya. Just like your name…just like the wind.

Life was not a reversible commodity. Things passed away, never to return: species, hopes, years.

This will not come again. Nor this. Nor this....

That which is imagined need never be lost.

Life is smoke, plain and simple; we just fool ourselves that it's otherwise. All it takes is one good gust and we float away and disappear, leaving behind only the scent of our passing in the form of memories.

He was aware of his body as a shell. Fragile, thin as excuses. A vessel containing the dust of his essential him-ness which would be lost when the vessel failed. Well, that was the way of the world. For a time he was fixed in his body, stuck and named and fixed in place, but one day that would not be the case. One day only his name would remain, on a tombstone or etched onto an urn, marking his dried bones or ashes.

When I walk the halls of my high school those smudges are a constant reminder that death is a mere squint away.

Haec ubi dicta dedit, lacrimantem et multa uolentem dicere deseruit, tenuesque recessit in auras. Ter conatus ibi collo dare bracchia circum; ter frustra comprensa manus effugit imago, par leuibus uentis uolucrique simillima somno.

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes

What is meant by 'reality'? It would seem something very erratic, very undependable-now to be found in a dusty road, now in a scrap of newspaper in the street, now in a daffodil in the sun. It lights up a group in a room and stamps some casual saying. It overwhelms one walking home beneath the stars and makes the silent world more real than the world of speech-and then there it is again in an omnibus in the uproar of Picadilly.

Here is something definite, something real. Thus, waking from a midnight dream of horror, one hastily turns on the light and lies quiescent, worshipping the chest of drawers, worshipping solidity, worshipping reality, worshipping the impersonal world which is a proof of some existence other than ours. That is what one wants to be sure of…

Essa rua espalhafatosa, alvoroçada e vulgar lembra-nos que a vida é uma luta; que toda construção é perecível; que toda exibição é vaidade.

Tu È™i eu, È™i ea trecem È™i pierim; nimic nu d?inuie; totul se schimb?; în afar? de cuvinte È™i pictur?.

leaving for a day or two that hopeless sense of loss which makes beauty what it is: a distant lone tree against golden heavens; ripples of light on the inner curve of a bridge; a thing impossible to capture.

An oblong puddle inset in the coarse asphalt; like a fancy footprint filled to the brim with quicksilver; like a spatulate hole through which you can see the nether sky. Surrounded, I note, by a diffuse tentacled black dampness where some dull dun dead leaves have stuck. Drowned, I should say, before the puddle had shrunk to its present size.

Today our unsophisticated cameras record in their own way our hastily assembled and painted world.

A real hansom-cab took him from the station to Trinity College: the vehicle, it seemed, had been waiting there especially for him, desperately holding out against extinction till that moment, and then gladly dying out to join side whiskers and the Large Copper.

A soap bubble is as real as a fossil tooth.

Moth holes had appeared in the plush of matrimonial comfort.

If you realize that all things change, there is nothing you will try to hold on to. If you are not afraid of dying, there is nothing you cannot achieve.

They say you don't need to develop jhanic states, just enough concentration to be with any object for as long as it exists, so you can see that it arises and passes away.

There is a sense of timelessness when you have lived many years. You forget for a moment that it must all come to an end. That in the future, all that we have done will crumble to dust.