Quotes About Impermanence

This is why we love stories, and love them from an early age: Nothing bad ever lasts in stories. And this is ultimately why we love life, too--because nothing bad ever lasts in life, not with the same intensity with which it initially appears. If we pay attention, stories can teach us that.

I don't think anything can stay, he tells me. Good or bad. So I think the important part is to not get caught up in worrying about whether something will stay, and instead enjoy it for the time it's here.

Amemos la carne porque mañana será carroña.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last...

I saw that nothing was permanent. You don't want to possess anything that is dear to you because you might lose it

progress is never permanent, will always be threatened, must be redoubled, restated and reimagined if it is to survive.

He will show you how, during the springtime of life, illusions, innocent hopes, silver threads of gossamer, descend from heaven and return there without ever touching the earth.

We are but dust and shadow.

The fog was made more beautiful by its passing, like flags in the spring; like the last drone of cicadas in a dying summer; like the brief yellow of hickories, the purple of sweetgums, in the fall. You loved most the things that passed away, that you couldn't hold on to, no matter how much you loved them.

I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and amongst those exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered.

Somos tan egocéntricos que nos creemos la medida de todas las cosas, pero el tiempo nos arrebatará todo lo que somos, todo lo que tenemos, todo lo que llegaremos a construir.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

Pasará, sea lo que fuere.

Like vanishing dew, a passing apparition or the sudden flash of lightning -- already gone -- thus should one regard one's self.

Look at the cherry blossoms! Their color and scent fall with them, Are gone forever, Yet mindless The spring comes again.

this boat is and is not when it sinks both disappear

even before trees rocks I was nothing when I'm dead nowhere I'll be nothing all the bad things I do will go up in smoke and so will I if there's nowhere to rest at the end how can I get lost on the way?

Everything in existence undergoes constant change. The things that surround us, even our selves are temporary manifestations of Ki energy.

It was one of those summer days that seemed to stretch on into eternity, and the heat was such that you couldn't believe the grass, yellow in patches where the gardener's watering can had been remiss, didn't just erupt into flames

Here today, not there tomorrow, gone leaving no incriminating evidence of my unpopular halfbaked world view. That's a good girl.

We're beings toward death, we're featherless, two-legged, linguistically-conscious creatures born between urine and feces whose body will one day be the culinary delight of terrestrial worms. That's us.

I relished those moments, knowing they would end.

It's impossible to hold on to anything really. Everything slips away in due time.

Good things matter, even when they don't last forever.