Quotes About Impermanence

Footsteps in the snow suggest where you have been, point to where you were going: but when they suddenly vanish, never dismiss the possibility of flight...

Nothing is ever the same. Nothing is permanent. Nothing can be trusted to be there. Nothing is safe, including home. Why lie to yourself? Every day we leave something, someone, some observation behind.

Al igual que las nubes que se forman en el cielo permanecen cierto tiempo en él y luego se disuelven en el vacío del espacio, los pensamientos ilusorios surgen, duran un momento y después se desvanecen en la vacuidad de la mente. De hecho no ha pasado realmente nada.

What a waste of time it is to take so much care of this body, feeding it the most succulent dishes, dressing it in the most fashionable clothes, and trying to make it look younger than it really is. The body has no other destination than the cemetery where it will be burned, buried, or fed to the birds.

Welcome the view that the things which you think are wrecking your life - like your thoughts and emotions, or illness and death - are actually gifts for your transformation... Whether life presents us with a pleasant sound or an unpleasant sound, a pleasant smell or an unpleasant smell, a pleasant thought or an unpleasant thought, it's sheer delight because instead of identifying with the experience, we simply touch it and let it go.

Never forget how swiftly this life will be over, like a flash of summer lightning or the wave of a hand. Now that you have the opportunity to practice dharma, do not waste a single moment on anything else.

Just as worn-out clothes can never again be made as new, It's no use seeing a doctor once you're terminally ill; You'll have to go. We humans living on this earth Are like streams and rivers flowing toward the ocean - All living beings are heading for that single destination. Now, like a small bird flying off from a treetop, I, too, will not be here much longer; soon I must move on. – Padampa Sangye

Dès l'instant de la naissance, la vie se précipite vers la mort en ignorant tout à fait quand la rencontre aura lieu.

her ÅŸey, insanlar, mevsimler, bulutlar, her ÅŸey kaç?p gidiyordu...

A flower falls, even though we love it and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

When you ride in a boat and watch the shore, you might assume that the shore is moving. But when you keep your eyes closely on the boat, you can see that the boat moves. Similarly, if you examine many things with a confused mind, you might suppose that your mind and nature are permanent. But when you practice intimately and return to where you are, it will be clear that there is nothing that has unchanging self.

Nothing in this world like permanent....but "permanent" word itself a wish of our heart....sometimes fulfilled & sometimes not....

Remember that the past fifty years has been the age of the Big Bang cosmology. We have learnt to see all reality as a slow-motion explosion, as pouring itself out and passing away, as dissemination. We live in a postmodern epoch in which there is nothing absolute, nothing permanent and nothing substantial.

Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.

Even while you sit there, unmovable, You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. The poem will go on without you. It has the spurious glamor of certain voids.

If one considered life as a simple loan, one would perhaps be less exacting. We possess actually nothing; everything goes through us.

You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.

Be yourself, fill your life with good people, and don't get a big head. It can all be gone tomorrow.

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

I always think everything is going to last forever, but nothing ever does. In fact nothing exists longer than an instant except the thing that we hold in memory

Life's impermanence, I realized, is what makes every single day so precious. It's what shapes our time here. It's what makes it so important than not a single moment be wasted.

Moment after moment everything comes out of nothingness. This is the true joy of life.

Life doesn't last, art doesn't last

The notion is called wabi-sabi life, like the cherry blossom, it is beautiful because of its impermanence, not in spite of it, more exquisite for the inevitability of loss.