Quotes About Impermanence

Tomorrow! It is a period nowhere to be found in all the registers of time, unless, perchance, in the fool's calendar.

Our time on Earth is so random.

They are perfect; how else?-they shall never change: We are faulty; why not?-we have time in store.

I went to get a detective story. You have to kill time. But time will kill me too - and there´s the true, preestablished balance.

The Indian idea is that the soul is formless. Whatever is form must break some time or other.

Man yields to death; and man's sublimest works Must yield at length to Time.

Things go wrong all the time; you can't be precious about it.

There are bills to be paid, machines to keep in repair, Irregular verbs to learn, the Time Being to redeem From insignificance.

All beauteous things for which we live By laws of space and time decay. But Oh, the very reason why I clasp them, is because they die.

O, how shall summer's honey breath hold out Against the wreckful siege of battering days, When rocks impregnable are not so stout, Nor gates of steel so strong, but Time decays?

O time! swift devourer of all created things!

No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.

The time on either side of now stands fast.

All is flux, nothing stays still, as Heraclitus said. By the time I wrote this, everything has changed in the universe; everything but the taste of the cakes baked at home!

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

El hombre es un museo de enfermedades, una residencia de impurezas; llega hoy y mañana ha desaparecido; empieza como barro y acaba como hedor (...)

There is something eerie about the odd stillness that settles on the living room then . . . It is as if this scene has been impossibly fixed and will never change again.

It looks like its impossible to leave a lasting trace here.

You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.

And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit. You got that? And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look, and feel, like shit.

It was the challenge of life too, was it not? People could never be fully understood. They were ever changing, different people at different times and under different circumstances and influences. And always growing, always creating themselves anew. How impossible it was to know another human being. How impossible to know even oneself.

No hay ningún estado que podamos alcanzar y mantener eternamente. Por desgracia

As a young girl I believed my life would never have been a struggle if Mr.Tanaka hadn't torn me away from my tipsy house. But now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

agora sei que o nosso mundo não e mais permanente do que uma onda a erguer-se no oceano. E quaisquer que sejam as nossas lutas e triunfos, como quer que os possamos sofrer, muito rapidamente se dissolvem todos numa aguada, como tinta de pintar no papel