Quotes About Impermanence

Wabi-sabi" is a Japanese expression for the beauty of impermanence,

If only feelings and ideas and stories and history really could be contained in a block of marble—if only there could be a gathering up of permanence—how reassuring it would be, how comforting to think that something you loved could be held in place, moored and everlasting, rather than bobbing along on the slippery sea of reminiscence, where it could always drift out of reach.

On Photography "Photography does not create eternity, as art does; it embalms time, rescuing it simply from its proper corruption

To take a photograph is to participate in another person's mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Nothing lasts. Everything changes. But the changes are the same. Winter will always turn to spring.

Today I might lose both of them. I try to imagine a world where both Gale's and Peeta's voices have ceased. Hands stilled. Eyes unblinking. I'm standing over their bodies, having a last look, leaving the room where they lie. But when I open the door to step out into the world, there's only a tremendous void. A pale grey nothingness that is all my future holds.

Nothing´s permanent. Nothing .

Remember, 'Even this will pass away!

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cualquier cosa atrapada en la planificación tiende a fracasar, precisamente, a causa de estos atributos: es un mito que la planificación ayude a las grandes empresas porque, como hemos visto, el mundo es demasiado aleatorio e imprevisible para basar una política en la visibilidad del futuro. Lo que sobrevive surge de la interacción entre la adaptabilidad y algunas condiciones del entorno.

In the long run everything with the most minute vulnerability breaks, given the ruthlessness of time.

You've got nothing that lasts, you know. That's not the first town that ever stood there. There was one before that, and one before that, and one before that one, on back for 900 years. But this tree has stood here all along. What do you make of that, boy?

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

But I never considered it as other than a transitory life.

Ours is a perfect world--but perfection does not linger in one place. It is a firefly, by its very nature elusive and unpredictable.

All I'm saying is that, unless you're immortal, nothing can really belong to you. The best you can hope for is to hold something for a while, but in the end you've got to give it back.

We believe that flames are not meant to burn forever.

flames were not meant to burn forever.

Imagination is the queen of truth, and possibility is one of the regions of truth. She is positively akin to infinity.

fugaz, que se metamorfosea con tal frecuencia.

I'm tired of waiting to die. Let's go out.

we are a scene chalked out with the sick white brush of age

just waiting is the worst. nothing worse than waiting just waiting. always hated to wait. what's there about waiting that's so intolerable? —like you're waiting for me to finish this poem and I don't know exactly how so I won't. —so, if you happen to read this in a magazine or a book just rip the page out tear it up and that's the graceful way to end this poem once and for all.