Quotes About Impermanence

A flower is not a flower. It is made only of non-flower elements — sunshine, clouds, time, space, earth, minerals, gardeners, and so on. A true flower contains the whole universe. If we return any one of these non-flower elements to its source, there will be no flower. That is why we can say, "A rose is not a rose. That is why it is an authentic rose." We have to remove our concept of rose if we want to touch the real rose.

Our suffering is impermanent, and that is why we can transform it. And

The Greek philosopher Heraclitus of Ephesus said, "You can never bathe in the same river twice.

Long live impermanence." Thanks to impermanence, we can change suffering into joy.

Once, as I was about to step on a dry leaf, I saw the leaf in the ultimate dimension of reality. I saw that it was not really dead, but it was merging with the moist soil and preparing to appear on the tree the following spring. I smiled at the leaf and said, "You are pretending.

My friend, things appear and disappear according to causes and conditions. The true nature of things is not being born, and not dying. Birth and death are nothing more than concepts. Our true nature is the nature of no-birth and no-death, and we must touch our true nature in order to be free.

Time destroys everything we do, whatever it is.

A great lady(Queen Elizabeth )of England , on her dying bed cried out ,call time again , call time again; a world of wealth for an inch of time !but time past was never nor could never be recalled.

The cow and horse tracks in the road were full of water, the rain having been enough to charge them, but not enough to wash them away. Across these minute pools the reflected stars flitted in a quick transit as she passed; she would not have known they were shining overhead if she had not seen them there—the vastest things of the universe imaged in objects so mean.

In the environment, every victory is temporary, every defeat permanent.

ce que nous appelons la douleur n'est peut-être pas tant le regret que nous éprouvons de cette impossibilité de voir les morts revenir à la vie que notre impuissance à le souhaiter.

We cannot possess things–we die and they are lost, or they are stolen, or they perish. But more than that, we ourselves cannot even enjoy the things themselves. To think we can is idolatry.

She is the British warm that protects his stooping shoulders, and the wintering sparrow he holds inside his hands. She is his deepest innocence in spaces of bough and hay before wishes were given a separate name to warn that they might not come true, and his lithe Parisian daughter of joy, beneath the eternal mirror, forswearing perfumes, capeskin to the armpits, all that is too easy, for his impoverishment and more worthy love

Doc remembered how Polaroids have no negatives and the life of the prints is limited. These, he noticed, were already beginning to shift color and fade.

You begin to know that life is transient, and even at its longest, far too short.

Because I see these mountains they are brought low, because I drink these waters they are bitter, because I tread these black rocks they are barren, because I have found these islands they are lost; Upon seal and seabird dreaming their innocent world my shadow has fallen.

If complete enlightenment demands relinquishing the self, then complete enlightenment implies the acceptance of mortality. Not that there isn't more to being enlightened than accepting that our lives are brief and end when we did. But I do think it's a requirement.

There are high places that don't invite us, sharp shapes, glacier-scraped faces, whole ranges whose given names slip off. Any such relation as we try to make refuses to take…I'm giddy with thinking where thinking can't stick. No Names

the horrific fact that our lives and those of the people we love are impermanent and exquisitely fragile, that any of us can cease to exist without warning, that loving anyone, anywhere, at any time, leaves you infinitely vulnerable at every single moment. (20)

Impermanence is the way of reality. The world changes. We ourselves change. Change is the only truth. Therefore, to hold on to a fixed idea, concept, doctrine, or opinion is like committing spiritual suicide.

O]ur existential anxiety originates not from the objective state of reality but from our inflated expectations. The main problem is the discrepancy between our belief that we can handle everything by ourselves and the fact that, as mortals, we have several limitations. Unaware of this, we try to do the impossible: to control the uncontrollable, to predict the unpredictable, to hold on to the impermanent, and to secure the unsecurable. This illusion of omnipotence becomes our torture.

there is nothing under the moon, however fine, that is not subject to corruption.

There is nothing under the moon that is not subject to change.

A vida é uma ponte entre dois nadas, e tenho pressa.