Quotes About Impermanence

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

People will come and people will go. But life sucks forever!

Cherish everything that you have as nothing lasts forever otherwise you'll regret it after losing them.

Everything in this world is temporary, you can take nothing when our time ends,so enjoy every second of your life.

Death twitches my ear. "Live," he says; "I am coming."

And the rest is rust and stardust.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes.

Thoughts on his own death, like the distant roll of thunder at a picnic.

The glacier knocks in the cupboard, The desert sighs in the bed, And the crack in the teacup opens A lane to the land of the dead.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

In the City of Death, there is pitch darkness and huge clouds of dust, neither sister nor brother is there. This body is frail, old age is overtaking it.

Strong and healthy, who thinks of sickness until it strikes like lightning? Preoccupied with the world, who thinks of death, until it arrives like thunder?

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.

The world is impermanent. One should constantly remember death.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

Nothing is permanent. The only thing any of us have in common is the inevitable.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

Without death there would be very little progress.

There is no birth, there is no death; there is no coming, there is no going; there is no same, there is no different; there is no permanent self, there is no annihilation. We only think there is.

There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

We must be diligent today. To wait until tomorrow is too late. Death comes unexpectedly. How can we bargain with it?

Since death is certain and the time of death is uncertain, what is the most important thing?

It is better to spend one day contemplating the birth and death of all things than a hundred years never contemplating beginnings and endings.

Buddhas move freely through birth and death, appearing and disappearing at will.