Quotes About Impermanence

Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.

I'm only certain that nothing is forever. No matter how carefully you design a system, it will go bad and die.

Sekarang, kepalaku membayangkan kuburan, tempat manusia yang terakhir. Tapi kadang-kadang manusia tak mendapat tempat dalam kandungan bumi. Ya, kadang-kadang. Pelaut, prajurit di zaman perang, sering mereka tak mendapat tempat tinggal terakhir. Dalam kepalaku membayangkan, kalau ayah yang tak mendapatkan tempat itu.

Omnia mutantur, nihil interit (everything changes, nothing perishes).

Nothing is permanent, change is constant. When we learn to ride these waves of changes everyday gracefully, we learn to stay in and enjoy the present moment.

Life is like the footprint left by a solitary crane in the snow, visible for one moment, and then gone.

Other people are hazy phenomena that become corporeal only in my memories.

They knew that mere appearance and disappearance are on the surface like waves on the sea, but life which is permanent knows no decay or diminution.

As in intellectual error, so in evil of any other form, its essence is impermanence, for it cannot accord with the whole. Every moment it is being corrected by the totality of things and keeps changing its aspect.

But what dominates palliative medicine is not the proximity to death, but the best bits of living. Kindness, courage, love, tenderness – these are the qualities that so often saturate a person's last days. It can be chaotic, messy, almost violent with grief, but I am surrounded at work by human beings at their most remarkable, unable to retreat from the fact and the ache of our impermanence, yet getting on with living and loving all the same.

but personally, he could never be anywhere without sooner or later wanting to go somewhere else... Likewise he had never been able to build anything permanent with other human beings.

I suppose, I said, it is one definition of love, the belief in something that only the two of you can see, and in this case it proved to be an impermanent basis for living.

But everything falls away, try as you might to stop it. And for whatever returns to you, be grateful.

To take a photograph is to participate in another person's mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

The thing I hated about it was that you live in your trailer all the time and then they call you and you do maybe two dozen lines. Then they do that for three hours and you wait and wait and wait, and I don't like waiting.

Acting is ephemeral. You can't hang it on a wall. You can't throw it off. And you can't bring it out of a closet. It's there one night and it's gone the next, at least with stage acting anyhow.

Everything changes permantly. How boring if it wouldn't.

Change is one of the only constants in Buddhism; as meditation became the way I breathed in the days, this became apparent.

We are only beginning to learn what to say in a photograph. The world we live in is a succession of fleeting moments, any one of which might say something significant.

And in fact I don't believe there is such a thing as a definitive picture of something. The land is a living, breathing thing and light changes its character every second of every day. That's why I love it so much.

This idea of how everything is interconnected, and the impermanence of things.. It sums up the human condition to me, and it helps me on my path.

Alas, summer sun can't last forever. The days will grow cooler and shorter, and our skin will once again pale.

To hold happiness is to hold the understanding that the world passes away from us, that the petals fall and the beloved dies. No amount of mockery, no amount of fashionable scowling will keep any of us from knowing and savoring the pleasure of the sun on our faces or save us from the adult understanding that it cannot last forever.

Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life