Quotes About Impermanence

If the criminal will not keep his gains for ever and his victim will not always suffer want, surely man passes like a shadow and troubles himself in vain.

No same man could walk through the same river twice, as the man and the river have since changed.

But the best I've known Stays here, and changes, breaks, grows old, is blown About the winds of the world, and fades from brains Of living men, and dies.

Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.

no matter what efforts we put forth in our lives, all we're really doing is rearranging the sand-grains in a beach that in essence never changes.

The second thing to know is that all conditions are temporary. Nothing stays the same, nothing remains static. Which way a thing changes depends on you.

No changes are permanent, but change is.

she'd learned long time ago that nothing wonderful lasted forever

You never know how much time you have left.

What is true of ballet is no less true of the other lively arts. Change is built into their natures. You watch a performance, and then... it's gone.

The future is not like a book one can read," he said quietly. "It is ever changing, like the rush of water, or the swirl of sand.

Nothing could stay perfect, but if you were lucky and diligent, you could steal a few perfect moments in your life.

We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.

Time passeth swift away; Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.

in the blink of an eye my beauty becomes but a feast for worms, and I, a forgotten sigh in a sea of nothingness.

Ninguém é perfeito... Ou por outra, este tipo era mas nós matámo-lo.

From the inheritance series book one Eragon. Broom The sands of time cannot be stopped years pass whether we will them or not, but we can remember.......what has been lost may yet live on in memories, that which you will hear is imperfect and fragmented yet treasure it for without you it does not exist.

The only certainty is that, eventually, all things shall pass.

Even gods do not endure forever.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and altars like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn

as Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn; and what would be the point of saying today that the abbot Abo had a stern eye and pale cheeks, when by now he and those around him are dust and their bodies have the mortal grayness of dust (only their souls, God grant, shining with a light that will never be extinguished)?

sách là má»™t sinh v?t y?u Ä'u?i, nó ch?u Ä'á»±ng sá»± bào mòn c?a th?i gian, s? các loài g?m nh?m, k? th?y, k? h?a, và e ng?i nh?ng bàn tay v?ng v?, c?c m?ch.

Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn;

I shall not indulge in descriptions of persons because, as Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than the external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn; and what would be the point of saying today that the abbot Abo had a stern eye and pale cheeks, when by now he and those around him are dust and their bodies have the mortal grayness of dust?