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Quotes About Impermanence

Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.
~ Aphra Behn
When I thnk about everthing wrong, I remember how amazing life truly is and the fact that I like being imperfect.
~ Unknown
In life appreciate and cherish everything and everyone you have as nothing is promised to you forever.
~ Unknown
Never take anything for granted as only thing that is certain in life is change whether it's things or people.
~ Unknown
Morimos con demasiada facilidad.
~ Madeline Miller
229. I am writing all this down in blue ink, so as to remember that all words, not just some, are written in water.
~ Maggie Nelson
I have heard that this pain can be converted, as it were, by accepting "the fundamental impermanence of all things." This acceptance bewilders me: sometimes it seems an act of will; at others, of surrender.
~ Maggie Nelson
And who is to say this afterimage is not equally real? Indigo makes its stain not in the dyeing vat, but after the garment has been removed. It is the oxygen of the air that blues it.
~ Maggie Nelson
I am writing all this down in blue ink, so as to remember that all words, not just some, are written in water.
~ Maggie Nelson
For to wish to forget how much you loved someone - and then, to actually forget--can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart. I have heard that this pain can be converted, as it were, by accepting "the fundamental impermanence of all things." This acceptance bewilders me: sometimes it seems an act of will; at others, of surrender. Often I feel myself to be rocking between them (seasickness).
~ Maggie Nelson
This peace will leave us as a cluster of dust...
~ Mahmoud Darwish
Behold how this drop of seawater has taken so many forms and names; it has existed as mist, cloud, rain, dew, and mud, then plant, animal, and Perfect man; and yet it was a drop of water from which these things appeared. Even so this universe of reason, soul, heavens, and bodies, was but a drop of water in its beginning and ending. ...When a wave strikes it, the world vanishes; and when the appointed time comes to heaven and stars, their being is lost in not being.
~ Mahmud Shabistari
Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.
~ Malcolm Muggeridge
For us humans, everything is permanent - until it changes, as we are immortal until we die
~ Malcolm Muggeridge
Es que habría que saber aceptar las cosas como se dan, y apreciar lo bueno que te pase, aunque no dure. Porque nada es para siempre.
~ Manuel Puig
el humano no es fruto de la perfección, sino de una enfermedad
~ Manuel Rivas
The ages of life can be evoked independently from the progression that advancing age implies, by means of anticipation, which lays out a future, or memory, which recreates the past, and in any case, by letting the imagination play with time.
~ Unknown
La solitude rend impatient, c'est l'impatience qui tue l'enfance.
~ Marc Levy
The opinions which we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself
~ Marcel Proust
The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.
~ Marcel Proust
The opinions we hold of one another, our relations with friends and kinfolk are in no sense permanent, save in appearance, but are as eternally fluid as the sea itself.
~ Marcel Proust
Many years have passed since that night. The wall of the staircase up which I had watched the light of his candle gradually climb was long ago demolished. And in myself, too, many things have perished which I imagined would last for ever, and new ones have arisen, giving birth to new sorrows and new joys which in those days I could not have foreseen, just as now the old are hard to understand.
~ Marcel Proust
And then, gradually, the memory of her would fade away, I had forgotten the girl of my dream.
~ Marcel Proust
When nothing else subsists from the past, after the people are dead, after the things are broken and scattered...the smell and taste of things remain poised a long time, like souls...bearing resiliently, on tiny and almost impalpable drops of their essence, the immense edifice of memory
~ Marcel Proust