Quotes About Impermanence

I go through life accumulating possessions... I've always done it... and then, every once in a while, a sort of tidal wave comes along and washes them all away.

Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.

We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory.

Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. Unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.

Everything's plastic, we're all gonna die.

I was reading C.S. Lewis with my mom, and she was pointing out that he was dead, and I'm like, 'What do you mean he's dead?' We were in this world he created, and he was gone from the Earth. Yet in those black marks on a white page, his imagination lived on, his voice lived on. That is so miraculous.

We fear that this moment will end, that we won't get what we need, that we will lose what we love, or that we will not be safe. Often, our biggest fear is the knowledge that one day our bodies will cease functioning. So even when we are surrounded by all the conditions for happiness, our joy is not complete.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!

But Dalziel, when he went it would be like losing a mountain. Every time you saw the space where it had been, you'd be reminded nothing was forever, that even the very majesty of nature was only smoke and mirrors.

A poet should leave traces of his passage, not proof.

La poésie est de toutes les eaux claires celle qui s'attarde le moins aux reflets de ses ponts

Quando, Lídia, vier o nosso Outono, com o Inverno que há nele, reservemos um pensamento, não para a futura Primavera, que é de outrem nem para o estio, de quem somos mortos, senão para o que fica do que passa o amarelo atual que as folhas vivem e as torna diferentes.

all of us have a place in history. mine is clouds.

Try to maintain the perspective that, in time, everything disintegrates and returns to its initial form.

Most things don't stay the way they are very long.

As clouds race towards their own release from form, they are replenshied by the mutable process which created them. They drift, not into continuity, but into other, temporary states of being, all of which eventually decompose to melt into the surrounding air. They rise and fall like vaporous civilizations....

All things are transient and subject to decay. To become attached to things leads to suffering. One can not truly say this belongs to me, or this is what I truly am. The answer to all things cannot be found in the outer world of things or self-concepts.

The Gnostic Christ (and the historical Jesus), like the Buddha, like Krishna, like Lao Tzu, taught that all material things are impermanent—whether they be riches, or one's own body. Attachment to that which is impermanent causes suffering. Give up attachment and suffering ceases.

Final authority in the spiritual world does not tend to come from any kind of agenda success but from some kind of suffering. Insecurity and impermanence are the best spiritual teachers.

Nothing lasts forever, not even the best machines. And everything can be reused. - Hephaestus

Nothing lasts forever. But the thing is, you can reuse some. Use your mind. - Leo's Mother, The Lost Hero

Life's random," he said. "The best you can do is pick up the pieces.

Nothing could be kept, he thought, everything ran through one's fingers like sand or water. Or time. Perhaps nothing should be kept. A monkish thought that he dismissed.