Quotes About Impermanence

Maybe "warehouses" equals "mothers", a wide margin of error is permissible when you're dealing with super-impositions.

Everything is a burned book, my dear maestro. Music, the tenth dimension, the fourth dimension, cradles, the production of bullets and rifles, Westerns: all burned books.

Escribí este libro para mí mismo, y ni de eso estoy muy seguro. Durante mucho tiempo sólo fueron páginas sueltas que releía y tal vez corregía convencido de que no tenía tiempo. ¿Pero tiempo para qué? Era incapaz de explicarlo con precisión. Escribí este libro para los fantasmas, que son los únicos que tienen tiempo porque están fuera del tiempo.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it. But like the flower, the past cannot be trapped that way. It loses its fragrance and and its vitality, its fragility becomes brittleness and its colors fade. And when next you look on the flower, you know that it is not at all what you sought to capture, that that moment has fled forever.

Like a flower pressed flat and dried, we try to hold it still and say, this is exactly how it was the day I first saw it.

nothing in the world is permanent. The only permanent thing is impermanence.

It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away. And that this was a truth of life, not an illusion in the grieving mind of a child. Everything that is hard and heavy in your world is made up of billions of molecules in constant motion offering the illusion of permanence. But it all tends toward breaking down and falling away. Some things just go more quickly, more surprisingly, than others.

Perfect preservation isn't life, it's death.

Change is a function of time and experience, and time is implacable.

Well, friends, nobody owns nothing in this world. Even your breath is just loaned to you.

Someday, like everybody, this man you truly love like no other is going to die. No matter how much you love him, you cannot save him. No matter how much you love: nothing, no one, lasts.

Beauty is precious, you see, and the more beautiful something is, the more precious it is; and the more precious something is, the more it hurts us that it will fade away; and the more we are hurt by beauty, the more we love the world; and the more we love it, the more we are saddened that it is like finely powdered salt that runs away through the fingers, or is puffed away by the wind, or is washed away by the rain.

It is my opinion that this day will never come to an end, said Prince, with a yawn that nearly rent him assunder.

Ma niente è solido e duraturo. Le nostre vite si reggono su fondamenta instabili. Non è necessario leggere i libri di storia per scoprirlo. Ti basta conoscere la storia della tua vita.

vida es eso, Pablo; todo lo que sabemos, todo lo que disfrutamos, todo lo que somos desaparecerá con la muerte. Y da igual que aprendamos la melodía diez años o diez minutos antes del final. Ese final llegará y lo borrará todo. Pero, mientras llega, eso es lo que somos.

Esos vivos no eran más que proyectos de cadáveres.

Things are only white for a bit.' Emilie

I too am subject to ageing, sickness, and death, not beyond ageing, sickness, and death, and that I should see another who is old, sick or dead and be shocked, disturbed, and disgusted —this is not fitting.' As I reflected thus, the conceit of youth, health, and life entirely left me.21

I was thinking about what she aid about waves, and it made me sad because I knew that her little wave was not going to last and soon she would join the sea again, and even though I know you can't hold on to water, I still gripped her fingers a little more tightly to keep her from leaking away

nothing in the world is solid or real, because nothing is permanent, and all things---including trees and animals and pebbles and mountains and rivers and me and you---are just flowing through for the time being.

Death is certain. Life is always changing, like a puff of wind in the air, or a wave in the sea, or even a thought in the mind.

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.

Life is evanescent, but left to itself it rarely fails to offer some consolation.

You can't hold on to water or keep it from leaking away.