Quotes About Impermanence

if things look good today, they will most assuredly turn to shit tomorrow.

The theater is the only place in the world where a gesture, once made, can never be made the same way twice.

Until recently, I lived in a world where lost things could always be replaced. But it has been made overwhelmingly clear to me now that anything you think is yours by right can vanish, and what you can do about that is nothing at all.

like all material things, they were not immune to the corruptions of Time and its patient, unsleeping servant, Entropy.

Wydaje mi siÄ™, ?e jednÄ… z przyczyn, dla których uciekam w przyszÅ'o??, jest moja niecierpliwo??. ChcÄ™ ujrze? rezultaty tego, co zapoczÄ…tkowaÅ'eÅ›, ale jednoczeÅ›nie pragnÄ™ przeskoczy? etapy poÅ›rednie, które jak podejrzewam, nie bÄ™dÄ… przyjemne.

Around her the trees and wild flowers, with that oddly courteous air of natural things suddenly interrupted in their pressing occupations of growing and dying, turned toward her with attention, as though, dull and imperceptive as she was, it was still necessary for them to be gentle to a creation so unfortunate as not to be rooted in the ground, forced to go from one place to another, heart-breakingly mobile. Idly

Nothing lasts forever. And no one is ever satisfied. We're tired of going from door to door for kvawdehz and nikelz. Better your own slice of bread than the next man's loaf.

What we call I is just a swinging door which moves when we inhale and when we exhale.

When something dies is the greatest teaching.

Everything passes. Nothing is forever. Least of all love. Cameron

Nothing lasts forever. Nothing. How could everything have gone so wrong…so wrong…so wrong…

Ze had een hekel aan die anonieme hotelkamers waar zoveel mensen waren geweest zonder sporen achter te laten, waar zij zelf ook geen enkel spoor zou achterlaten. Alles blijft precies hetzelfde als ik er niet meer ben. Dat is wat doodgaan is, dacht ze.

Une oeuvre d'art a un auteur, et pourtant, quand elle est parfaite, elle a quelque chose d'essentiellement anonyme. Elle imite l'anonymat de l'art divin. Ainsi la beauté du monde prouve un Dieu à la fois personnel et impersonnel, et ni l'un ni l'autre.

when we finally know we are dying, and all other sentient beings are dying with us, we start to have a burning, almost heartbreaking sense of the fragility and preciousness of each moment and each being, and from this can grow a deep, clear, limitless compassion for all beings.

how hollow and futile life can be when it's founded on a false belief in continuity and permanence.

As a Buddhist, I view death as a normal process, a reality that I accept will occur as long as I remain in this earthly existence. Knowing that I cannot escape it, I see no point in worrying about it. I tend to think of death as being like changing your clothes when they are old and worn out, rather than as some final end. Yet death is unpredictable: We do not know when or how it will take place. So it is only sensible to take certain precautions before it actually happens.

What is born will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

None of your power follows you through life.

I try to remind myself that nothing is permanent. The chaos and the stress of life won't last forever. Eventually, it will go away and I will once again be left with nothing but happiness.

We are occupants. No one has any lasting purchase on life or on the planet.

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

Look at these humans! How could such glacial slowness even be called life? An age could pass, virtual empires rise and fall in the time they took to open their mouths to utter some new inanity!

The life we've been leading couldn't last forever. It's a wonder it lasted as long as it did.

Life is sweetest when it could go away tomorrow.