Quotes About Impermanence

Balance is a myth

They will pass away just as surely as the sun sets in the evening.

death poem of Hyakka

Nothing endures. Don't you see, Bonox? That's what Kipling meant. Not empires, not memories. We remember nothing. Maybe for a year or two. Maybe most of a life, if we live. Maybe. But then we will die, and who will ever understand any of this? And maybe we remember nothing most of all when we put our hands on our hearts and carry on about not forgetting.

If there's another thing that sportswriting teaches you, it is that there are no transcendent themes in life. In all cases things are here and they're over, and that has to be enough.

Most things dopn't stay the way they are very long.

If there's another thing that sportswriting teaches you, it is that there are no transcendent themes in life. In all cases things are here and they're over, and that has to be enough. The other view is a lie of literature and the liberal arts, which is why I did not succeed as a teacher, and another reason I put my novel away in the drawer and have not taken it out.

No sooner do we come into this world, than bits of us start to fall off.

I certainly believe we all suffer damage, one way or another. How could we not, except in a world of perfect parents, siblings, neighbours, companions?

No sooner do we come into this world,' said Flaubert, 'than bits of us start to fall off.

Even cliffs are vulnerable, Captain Eversea, she thought. The sea gets at them, eventually, reshaping them inexorably, giving them no choice at all in the matter.

One must not get too attached to the things of this world. AS

Maybe the things she loved most weren't meant to be permanent. Maybe the fact that they existed was enough.

The illusory self, which exists conventionally and dependently, on the basis of its component parts, simply ceases to exist when those parts are rent asunder.

Everything changes and nothing remains still. PLATO, Cratylus

everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal

No man at all can be living forever and we must be satisfied.

Only death reveals what a nothing the body of man is.

You know you have a lot of impatience with reality as you see it when you're a young man and full of dynamism and strength and ideals and so on.

Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

Many things are unknown to the wisest, and the best men can never wholly divest themselves of passions and affections... nothing can or ought to be permanent but that which is perfect.

Men are the dreams of a shadow.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.