Quotes About Impermanence

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.

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

Life is like a great jazz riff. You sense the end the very moment you were wanting it to go on forever.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.

In life nothing goes on for ever, even if it looks exactly as if it would.

There's no such thing as life; or if there is, It is faster than the weather, faster than Any character. It is more than any scene: Of the guillotine or of any glamorous hanging.

You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.

And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

We are bound to expire. Even metal which is sturdiest, rusts. Even oxygen, the breath of life, soon transpires.

The whole universe is change and life itself is but what you deem it

all of us were here for a little while, and then we were somewhere else; we were not alive at all; we approached living, but we never achieved it. We are going to die. Everybody was going to die.

and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...

We are all going, I thought, and it applies to turtles and turtlenecks, Alaska the girl and Alaska the place, because nothing can last, not even the earth itself. The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we'd learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn't fall apart, you'd stop suffering when they did.

To live is to change, and to be perfect is to have changed often.

our life is short, we don't live twice; the whirlwind will pick up the leaves and spin them, but then it will drop them and they will form a pile.

I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days - three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

tiris the bittersweet awareness that all things must end.

Things of this world are in so constant a flux that nothing remains long in the same state.

Perishability in a photograph is important in a picture. If a photograph looks perishable we say, "Gee, I'm glad I have that moment."

But Time and Tide and Buttered Eggs wait for no man.

In the long run we are all dead

We are surrounded with people who think that what we have been doing for that one-fortieth of a second can go on indefinitely. They are considered normal, but they are stark, raving mad.