Quotes About Impermanence

things are so easily lost. things just can't be kept forever. I

Somos finos como papel.Existimos por acaso entre as percentagens, temporariamente. E esta é a melhor e a pior parte, o fator temporal. E não há nada que se possa fazer sobre isso. Você pode sentar no topo de uma montanha e meditar por décadas e nada vai mudar. Você pode mudar a si mesmo para ser aceitável, mas talvez isso também esteja errado. Talvez pensemos demais. Sinta mais, pense menos.

Like a painting, we will be erased. Like a flower, we will dry up here on earth. Like plumed vestments of the precious bird, That precious bird with the agile neck, We will come to an end.

Ada wondered about his hundreds of tunes. Where were they now and where might they go if he died.

the beasts that perish

The life of this world is wind Windblown we come, and windblown we go away. All that we look on is windfall. All we remember is wind.

A moment that should have lasted forever and forever Long over— it came and went before I knew it existed. I think I know what it means, But every time I start to explain it, I forget the words.

life seems to shorten itself, and all of a sudden

Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It's ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.

We are mortal. Nothing that touches us or we touch here is forever. Even rocks are rubbed small by the river.

We are mortal. Nothing that touches us or we touch here is forever. Even rocks are rubbed small by the river. [Mary Deerfield]

Fixity is always momentary. But how can it always be so? If it were, it would not be momentary - or would not be fixity.

Exhibitions are kind of ephemeral moments, sometimes magic moments, and when they're gone, they're gone.

There is nothing you can see that is not a Bashoflower; there is nothing you can think that is not the moon.

You realize mortality is everywhere.

Right then, the future was barely an hour long.

Some things you forget. Other things you never do. But it's not. Places, places are still there. If a house burns down, it's gone, but the place--the picture of it--stays, and not just in my remory, but out there, in the world. What I remember is a picture floating around out there outside my head. I mean, even if I don't think if, even if I die, the picture of what I did, or knew, or saw is still out there. Right in the place where it happened.

She left me the way people leave a hotel room. A hotel room is a place to be when you are doing something else. Of itself it is of no consequence to one's major scheme. A hotel room is convenient. But its convenience is limited to the time you need it while you are in that particular town on that particular business; you hope it is comfortable, but prefer, rather, that it be anoymous. It is not, after all, where you live.

Sula was wrong. Hell ain't things lasting forever. Hell is change. Not only did men leave and children grow up and die, but even the misery didn't last. One day she wouldn't even have that. This very grief that had twisted her into a curve on the floor and flayed her would be gone. She would lose that too. Why, even in hate here I am thinking of what Sula said.

If a house burns down, it's gone, but the place—the picture of it—stays, and not just in my rememory, but out there, in the world.

like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question

But have you ever felt that something was so good it couldn't possibly last?

We don't need to be blind to this continuous process. The rate of change in recent times has been unprecedented, which caught us off guard. But now we know: We are, and will remain, perpetual newbies. We need to believe in improbable things more often. Everything is in flux, and the new forms will be an uncomfortable remix of the old. With effort and imagination we can learn to discern what's ahead more clearly, without blinders.

Not forever lasts the spring Nor ever blossom flowers. Not forever reigneth joy, Sets the sun on days of bliss, Friendships not forever last, They know not life, who know not this. 'They know not life, who know not this