Quotes About Impermanence

All things fade and quickly turn to myth: quickly too utter oblivion drowns them. And I am talking of those who shone with some wonderful brilliance: the rest, once they have breathed their last, are immediately 'beyond sigh, beyond knowledge'. But what in any case is everlasting memory? Utter emptiness.

Prvo - stvari ne mogu dirnuti um: one su izvanjske i nepomi?ne; strepnja može pote?i samo iz unutarnje prosudbe. Drugo, da se sve ono što vidiš mijenja još u trenutku dok to promatraš, i zatim nestaje. Neprekidno se podsje?aj da si se i ti, kakva si sebe vidio, ve? promojenio Univerzum je mijena - život je prosudba.

Given all of life's ambiguities and the reality of impermanence and suffering, our existence is remarkable, wondrous. It evokes awe and amazement. We need to pay attention. Really pay attention. Lest we become blind to the awe and wonder that fills our days.

The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish, drying on sand.

Art is long and life is brief and mortality looms.

The Three of them were beautiful, in the way all girls of that age are beautiful. It can't be helped, that sort of beauty, nor can it be conserved; it's a freshness, a plumpness of the cells, that's unearned and temporary, and that nothing can replicate. None of them was satisfied with it, however; already they were making attempts to alter themselves into some impossible, imaginary mould, plucking and pencilling away at their faces. I didn't blame them, having done the same once myself.

Time has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.

I want to see what can be seen, of him, take him in, memorize him, save him up so I can live on the image, later: the lines of his body, the texture of his flesh, the glisten of sweat on his pelt, his long sardonic unrevealing face. I ought to have done that with Luke, paid more attention, to the details, the moles and scares, the singular creases; I didn't and he's fading. Day by day, night by night he recedes, and I become more faithless.

You don't understand much, he says. Why do you think I was lost in the impenetrable forest in the first place?

You will flicker in these words and in the words of others for a while and then go out. Even if I send them, you will never get these letters. Even if I see you again, I will never see you again.

A breath would blow you away, they beam down at her silently. You wish, thinks Tony, smiling up. Many have blown. She

The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish, drying on sand. He

Rossella, non ho mai avuto la pazienza di raccogliere i frammenti di un oggetto rotto per incollarli insieme e dire a me stesso che l'oggetto riappiccicato vale quanto quello nuovo. Quello che è rotto è rotto... e preferisco ricordarmelo quando era in buono stato piuttosto che aggiustarlo e e vedere le tracce della rottura finchè vivo.

New technology is useful, but it's inefficient and ugly; it knows it'll be obsolete by lunchtime tomorrow, so it has no incentive to be anything else

Do not be proud of wealth, people, relations and friends, or youth. All these are snatched by time in the blink of an eye. Giving up this illusory world, know and attain the Supreme.

Time and tide wait for no man.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near.

I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Time isn't the enemy. Fear of change is. Accept that nothing lasts forever and you'll start to appreciate the advantages of whatever age you are now.

Everything fails, all the time.

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

Only the ephemeral is of lasting value.