Quotes About Impermanence

Death tugs at my ear and says: "Live, I am coming."

La fotografia è una lezione d'impermanenza.

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.

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose Portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultn after Sultn with his Pomp Abode his destined Hour, and went his way.

We are white dew drops; If we lay ourselves just as we are On the maple leaves, We are red beads.

If Sparta and Rome perished," Rousseau wrote, "what state can hope to endure for ever?

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

Everything passes.

Every thing-become is mortal. Not only peoples, languages, races and Culture are transient.

I always thought that whatever I had was temporary.

When you hear pleasant or unpleasant words, understand them to be an empty resounding, like an echo. When you encounter severe misfonune and misery, understand it to be a temporary occurrence, a deluded experience. Recognize that the innate nature is never apart from you.

Again Master Padma said: Tsogyal, I have told this to everyone, but nobody listens. As soon as the Mara of Death catches hold of you, there is no chance for liberation. Those who do not practice the Dharma will regret this when approaching death. The years, months and days pass by without lingering even a second. This life runs out without pausing for even an hour or a minute, and then we die. The seasons continue, but your life finishes and doesn't wait.

Although your mind lies beyond birth and death, this illusory body does die, so practice while remembering death […] The guru said: Human beings don't think of death. A man's life is like a pile of chaff or a feather on a mountain pass. The demon Lord of Death comes suddenly, like an avalanche or a storm. Disturbing emotions are like straw catching fire. Your life-span decreases like the shadows of the setting sun.

When you hear pleasant or unpleasant words, understand them to be an empty resounding, like an echo. When you encounter severe misfortune and misery, understand it to be a temporary occurrence, a deluded experience. Recognize that the innate nature is never apart from you... (p. 29)

love might be forever but life was not.

Nothing is permanent. This is the central teaching of the Buddha. Not a career, not an institution, not a wife, not a tree ... All is change; change is the only truth.

I've learned and unlearned all my life; it's helped me to survive. There are no constants, nothing is immutable, only random circumstance from which our experience builds a coherent arc of life. And for that arc you have only to be truly done with one thing before moving to another. There's an art in letting go.

nothing lasts forever, not even time it self

Nothing human has ever mattered to this world. Nothing human has ever excited the interest of rivers or flowers. Everything fades away in the specks of this blurred haze that the fire of the sun has added to the heat of the light.

nada do que é manufacturado me agradada por comparação com as bruscas paisagens de Deus. (…) À Casa de Ouro ou ao tesouro do imperador Alexandre, prefiro o oceano Atlântico. O Coliseu aos pés do monte Oppio é menos belo que uma trovoada.

There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal.

about one's life; memories are unreliable—they smudge, and fade, like disappearing footprints in the sand. We're too busy standing in the middle of it all to remember everything perfectly

after the rain bomb craters filled with stars - John Brandi

Thank God life ends—we'd never survive it. From Big Bang to weary shag, the history of the world. Our flesh is ferocious...our bodies will kill us...our bones will outlive us.