Quotes About Impermanence

Alles verändert sich nur, nichts stirbt.

Everything changes Everything flows. What we were or are Tomorrow we will not be.

All things do change; but nothing sure doth perish.

There is nothing constant in the universe. All ebb and flow, and every shape that's born, bears in its womb the seeds of change.

In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

Little by little, and also in great leaps, life happened to me, and how insignificant this business is. These veins carried my blood, which I scarcely ever saw, I breathed the air of so many places without keeping a sample of any. In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

How the clock moves on, relentlessly, with such assurance that it eats the years. The days are small and transitory grapes, The months grow faded, taken out of time. It fades, it falls away, the moment, fired by that implacable artillery and suddenly, only a year is left to us, a month, a day, and death turns up in the diary.

Worldly objects are short-lived. They may or may not last until tomorrow. They consume the life of our senses. No matter how long we live, it is not enough. Therefore, O Gurudeva, please keep your chariots, elephants, and dancing girls for yourself. "A human being can never be satiated with wealth.

He who concentrates on one isolated wave of life will suffer, because that wave is unstable and will not last.

The human world is a cold and bitter place: nothing lasts in it. You must know that by now…. What did you imagine you were doing in those two rooms? Trying to turn yourself human?" "Yes," Corbet said, so simply that for a breath he rendered his father incapable of moving.

Nothing is perfect for long, though sometimes it's perfect for a little while. It can only be pried out of the moment, sequestered between the red leatherette covers where it begins its career as a memory. Bits of reality are pressed to the pages like wildflowers, flattened and faded, but there.

What is the problem? What is the cause of the problem? What are all possible solutions to the problem? What solution do you suggest? "Nothing is permanent in this wicked world—not even our troubles." —Charlie Chaplin "Forget the past—the future will give you plenty to worry about." —George Allen, Sr.

You cannot step in the same river twice. The river changes every second; and so does the man who stepped in it. Life is a ceaseless change. The only certainty is today

Happiness is nonetheless true happiness because it must come to an end, nor do thought and love lose their value because they are not everlasting.

If you don't get what you want, you suffer. And even when you get exactly what you want, you still suffer because you can't hold on to it forever." (Peaceful Warrior)

Life is a sea that brings waves of change, welcome or not. As the warrior-emperor Marcus Aurelius wrote, "Time is a river of passing events. No sooner is one thing brought to sight than it's swept away, and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away." The Buddha, leaving behind both his protected childhood and ascetic renunciation, and having attained illumination, observed, "Everything that begins also ends. Make peace with this and all will be well.

A human being on this world, Duane realized with a shock of recognition approaching vertigo, made no more permanent impression than does a hand thrust in water. Remove the hand, and water rushes in to fill the void as if nothing had ever been there.

even the Pyramids and other "great works" were as ephemeral as a castle of sand on the beach at Brighton.

Tempus edax rerum.

Mountaineers know that all mountains are in a constant state of collapse—their verticality being inescapably and inevitably worn down every moment by wind, water, weather, and gravity—but

Years vanish. Months collapse. Time is like a tall building made of playing cards. It seems orderly until a strong gust of wind comes along and blows the whole thing skyward. Imagine it: an entire deck of cards soaring like a flock of birds.

Shit, I guess I already loved you then. Doomed like a wineglass knowing it'll get dropped someday, shoes that'll be scuffed in no time, the new shirt you'll soon enough muck up filthy.

I guess I already loved you then. Doomed like a wineglass knowing it'll get dropped someday, shoes that'll be scuffed in no time, the new shirt you'll soon enough muck up filthy.

Nothing is fixed; she gets hooked by, hooks onto, nothing.