Quotes About Impermanence

all photographs are about death, really, and time: about preserving a moment in silver and chemicals, when life itself is never preserved, when every cell of everything is already decaying, and being replaced, and decaying again. The subject and the image coexist for the moment that the shutter opens and closes. And then the subject decays but the image lives on unchanged.

I think that's such a beautiful sentiment. Love should only last as long as a very expensive and impractical bikini that looks stunning, but dissolves in the sea within days. So many pop songs tell of this terrible, tiresome love that they want to last forever. But that just makes me think of long-life milk, acrid and fake. Love should be like a movie trailer. Even if the film's a stinker, you get the best laughs and the biggest explosions in the space of two minutes.

En la personalidad inmadura hay una exaltación del instante y un vértigo por lo inmediato; la necesidad de una pronta recompensa le impide renunciar a las demandas del entorno. Y

La diferencia estriba en lo pasajero y permanente frente a lo transitorio y estable: lo primero aparece y desaparece; lo segundo tiene residencia fija.9

when you die, your mind will be gone even faster than your body.

panta rei ("All things are in flux"),

I accept that one day, my music will be gone forever. So will the Sistine Chapel, Bruce Lee movies, and all the silly arts and crafts my aunt ever bought. Gone with the wind. Making songs is something I do here and now. Because light captured is just a moment, a flicker.

Because those moments had been enabled by a future that had never arrived, they could not be remembered from this future that, at and as the present, had obtained; they'd faded from the photograph.

You're asking me to be a flickering presence.

Kellyanne opened the car door and crawled into my bedroom. Her face was puffy and pale and fuzzed-over. She just came in and said: "Ashmol, Pobby and Dingan are maybe-dead." That's how she said it.

Toda grandeza acaba: las montañas se desmoronan, y hechas polvo, van al fondo del mar; los imperios se derriban, y hechos pedazos van al fondo de la historia; las glorias se apagan, y apenas dejan chispas en las lejanías de lo pasado; el sol se apagará también, todo es cuestión de tiempo, y no dejará más que una osamenta fría rodando por el espacio.

Devii ner?bd?tor s? traversezi cît mai repede via?a, pentru a sc?pa de oameni.

THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN Printer like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stripped of its lettering and gilding lies here, food for worms; Yet the work itself shall not be lost, For it will (as he believed) appear once more, in a new, and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended By The AUTHOR

The body of B. Franklin, Printer; Like the cover of an old book (it's contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and guilding), lies here, food for worms But the work shall not be wholly lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more, in a new and more perfect edition, corrected and amended, by the Author.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

You never know how much time you got.

Transience is one of the fundamental characteristics both of the human condition and of the political order.

I'm like that, nothing sticks.

Worldly friends are deceptive time-wasters, Life like a flash of lightning in the sky, And material things like bubbles on a stream; Do not cling to them, Jampal Drak.

Investigate, for example, a tree. Just as tree is a mere mental label that is Known as neither one with nor separate from its parts, Like it's leaves and branches, similarly all things are Mere imputation of names and mental labels Nagarjuna and his disciples taught in this way.

But then what are memories but shadows of objects gone to dust? Or

It's not really much good tearing out a page because you can see the place where it's been torn. [...] You can pull a stamp out,' she said with terrible youthful clarity, 'and you don't know that it's ever been there.

From childhood I had never believed in permanence, and yet I had longed for it.

It seemed odd that a man's smell should cling in the folds of a curtain so long after the man himself had become dead matter, a gas, a decay.