Quotes About Impermanence

All our righteousnesses are as filthy rags; and we all do fade as a leaf.

Let us eat and drink; for tomorrow we shall die.

For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again.

Life's like a bubble...pop - Caleb alan Hall

Tout passe, tout casse, tout lasse [Everything passes, everything perishes, everything palls].

The things that look fixed in the world, child—mountains, wealth, empires—their permanence is only an illusion. We believe they will last, but that is only because of the brevity of our own lives. From the perspective of God, cities like this come and go like anthills.

You can cling to this world for a thousand years and still be plucked out of it in a breath.

I'm thankful that everything sweet is sweet because it is finite.

To be a parent and take an occasional day off from being a parent is a special kind of joy—a lightening, a sweetness made sweeter by its impermanence.

Water was a wild, capricious substance: nothing solid, nothing permanent, nothing as it appeared.

Styrofoam tombstones around the stage and angles the microwave-box-turned-sarcophagus so the audience can read its epitaph: Aethon: Lived 80 Years a Man, 1

It's dirty and wormholed, colonized with mold, as though fungal hyphae, time, and water have collaborated to make an erasure poem.

A book not so much full of birds as full of evanescence, of blue-winged, trumpeting mysteries.

The things that look fixed in this world, child--mountains, wealth, empires--their permanence is only an illusion. We believe they will last, but that is only because of the brevity of our own lives. From the perspective of God, cities like this come and go like anthills.

Another hour, another day, another year. Lump of carbon no larger than a chestnut. Mantled with algae, bedecked with barnacles. Crawled over by snails. It stirs among the pebbles.

Doesn't everything," he says, "die at last and too soon?

To be a parent and take an occasional day off from being a parent is a special kind of joy—a lightening, a sweetness made sweeter by its impermanence. We buy tickets, find our seats. The

Life is a process of change, everything is changing: your relationship, your behind, everything is always in flux, so if you get attached to what you looked like at 20, then youre in for a really rough ride.

No blessing lasts forever.

In football, nothing lasts forever.

The homes of so many skeletons. People who used to fight over the last blueberry muffin at the breakfast table, get down on their knees to scrub bathroom floors, and kiss one another good night, thinking they were at least relatively safe. Now they are just dust in the debris.

For all our claims and gestures of dominion over this earth, all our gravity-defying explorations beyond it, all our artistic triumphs, all our athletic feats, we are a breakable species

The assumption that humans exist within an essentially impermanent universe, taken as an operational precept, demands that the intellect become a totally aware balancing instrument.

Governments may rise and fall for reasons which appear insignificant, Prince. What small events! An argument between two women . . . which way the wind blows on a certain day . . . a sneeze, a cough, the length of a garment or the chance collision of a fleck of sand and a courtier's eye. It is not always the majestic concerns of Imperial ministers which dictate the course of history, nor is it necessarily the pontifications of priests which move the hands of God.