Quotes About Impermanence

Reality is constantly changing; as the Greek philosopher Heraclitus said, you can't step into the same river twice.

We are not long-term beings. Not heroes of romances in many volumes. For one gesture, for one word alone, we shall make the effort. We openly admit: our creations will be temporary. We shall have this as our aim: a gesture.

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

He invented stories so fantastic she had to believe. Of cours, she was only a child, still removing the dust from her first death. What else could she do? And he was already accumulating the dust of his second death. What else could he do?

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

Me guste o no, voy a ser abandonado por cada persona, por cada cosa, por cada situación, por cada etapa, por cada idea, tarde o temprano, pero inevitablemente.

Things became duplicated in Tlön; they also tend to become effaced and lose their details when they are forgotten. A classic example is the doorway which survived so long as it was visited by a beggar and disappeared at his death. At times some birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.

Las cosas se duplican en Tlön; propenden asimismo a borrarse ya perder los detalles cuando los olvida la gente. Es clásico el ejemplo de un umbral que perduró mientras lo visitaba un mendigo y que se perdió de vista a su muerte. A veces unos pájaros, un caballo han salvado las ruinas de un anfiteatro.

Things duplicate themselves in Tlön; they also tend to grow vague or 'sketchy,' and to lose detail when they begin to be forgotten. The classic example is the doorway that continued to exist so long as a certain beggar frequented it, but which was lost to sight when he died. Sometimes a few birds, a horse, have saved the ruins of an amphitheater.' - Jorge Luis Borges, 'Tlön, Uqbar, Orbis Tertius.

Moartea (ori pomenirea ei) îi face pe oameni preÈ›ioÈ™i È™i patetici. ?i condiÈ›ia lor de fantome te impresioneaz?; orice fapt? pe care o s?vârÈ™esc ar putea s? fie ultima. Nu exist? chip care s? nu se risipeasc? precum chipurile din vis. Pentru muritori, totul se afl? sub pecetea irecuperabilului È™i întâmpl?torului.

JeÅ›li zaÅ'o?y?, ?e piÄ™kno jest takÄ… dystrybucjÄ… Å›wiatÅ'a, która najbardziej odpowiada naszej siatkówce, Å'za jest formÄ… przyznania siÄ™ do niemo?noÅ›ci zatrzymania przez siatkówkÄ™ – a tak?e przez sama Å'zÄ™ – tego piÄ™kna na staÅ'e. MiÅ'o??, ?eby to tak podsumowa?, ma prÄ™dko?? Å›wiatÅ'a; rozstanie – prÄ™dko?? d?wiÄ™ku

No one can tell me, Nobody knows, Where the wind comes from, Where the wind goes. It's flying from somewhere As fast as it can, I couldn't keep up with it, Not if I ran. But if I stopped holding The string of my kite, It would blow with the wind For a day and a night. And then when I found it, Wherever it blew, I should know that the wind Had been going there too. So then I could tell them Where the wind goes... But where the wind comes from Nobody knows.

Where I am going, nothing of me will remain: yet, I'll drift through the voices of coyotes, drip into florets by a mountain rock.

Laws change; people die; the land remains.

Roses would be annoying weeds if the blooms never withered and died. Beauty resides in the knowledge that it doesn't last.

such memories are woven from gossamer threads; time eats holes in the fabric, and these she must darn with myth and fable. The

Everything that now exists, no matter how great and good it is, lasts for a time, fulfills a purpose, and then passes on. And so it will be with all the works of art that now exist; an eternal veil of forgetfulness will lie over them, just as there is now over those things that came before.

On the whole earth there's no being, no substance, and probably no human institution that doesn't end by growing old. But it's in the logic of things that every human institution should be convinced of its everlastingness—unless it already carries the seed of its downfall. The hardest steel grows weary. Just as it is certain that one day the earth will disappear, so it is certain that the works of men will be overthrown.

People say you never remember anybody who dies in movies, and it's true, you don't. You don't even remember people who disappear.

Hope is the feeling that the feeling you have isn't permanent.

The ego is as little absolutely permanent as are bodies.

I don't go for holidays or celebrate my success because I know nothing is permanent. I don't let it get to me - like I am India's top director with too many hits. If that happens, I might lose the connect with my audience. The day I go wrong, they will run away from me. I want to be like an assistant director all my life.

I am aware of the depths of heartache I'm experiencing but also how foolish it is to think that the things we have are permanent. They're not.

Men are the dreams of a shadow.