I tell you of loss, my child, so you will listen, slowly, and know that in life every emotion is fated to rear itself within your being. Don’t judge it proper or ugly. It’s simply...

Of all the elements in the periodic table, not a single one is indestructible.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Many have died; you also will die. The drum of death is being beaten. The world has fallen in love with a dream. Only sayings of the wise will remain.

The rare opportunity to exist, no matter how brief, is worth the pain left in the wake of its disappearance.

Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven’t realized that todayis tomorrow’s nostalgia.

Nothing endures but change.

From the Absolute to the Relative-from the Infinite to the Finite-from the Undifferentiated to the Differentiated-from the Unconditioned to the Conditioned and again from the Relative to the Absolute. That is the whole truth of...

All this long human story, most passionate and tragic in the living, was but an unimportant, a seemingly barren and negligible effort, lasting only for a few moments in the life of the galaxy. When...

One must be deeply aware of the impermanence of the world.

After you’ve seen behind the facade of a stage set you can’t take the play seriously any more. You can’t go backwards and regain your ignorance; you have to move forward.

Something always attracts us towards the ruins, because ruins remind us our fundamental problem: The problem of impermanence! Amongst the ruins we see the very end of our road! Whatever shows you the simple truth,...

That which is impermanent attracts compassion. That which is not provides wisdom. (116)

All things that have form eventually decay.” -Orochimaru

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment. (From ‘Fukan zazengi’)

Truth is a bubble and hard to hold on to.

The child will leave the nest. The best paint job will crack. The best play will become boring. The best work will grow tedious. The best art will lose meaning. The greatest creation will decay....

The lights became stars, which became streaks in the grayspace, and then networks of fading shimmers

…and here’s a secret for you – everything beautiful is sad…gilded with impermanence…

Everything takes time. Bees have to move very fast to stay still.

Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.

The greatest freedom in this world is a sense of self detached from appearances so that we may sacrifice today’s comforts for tomorrow’s opportunities.

What indeed is the half-life of a mortal consciousness? What is the half-life of a memory of that mortal consciousness? Of course, this is purely an academic question and of no immediate concern to those...

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last – these people who know that nothing lasts.

Sometimes it takes a miracle to remind us that the only permanent condition is that of impermanence.

Life, death, preservation, loss, failure, success, poverty, riches, worthiness, unworthiness, slander, fame, hunger, thirst, cold, heat – these are the alternations of the world, the workings of fate. Day and night they change place before...

Write as if Time will erase every word.

Everything changes. The leaves, the weather, the colour of your hair, the texture of your skin. The feelings you have today – whether they kill you or enthrall you – won’t be the same tomorrow,...

Human says time goes by -Time says human goes by

We are born into a realm of constant change. Everything is decaying. We are continually losing all that we come in contact with. Our tendency to get attached to impermanent experiences causes sorrow, lamentation and...

To know yourself you must know the transience of your self.

Impermanence and selflessness are not negative aspect of life, but the very foundation on which life is built. Impermanence is the constant transformation of things. Without impermanence, there can be no life. Selflessness is the...

Sudden revelations vanish just as suddenly.

Nature’s first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf’s a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.

Most days, I’ve got this impermanence thing down just great. It doesn’t bother me; what’s to bother? Most days, I sit comfortably with the knowledge that I’ll die alone, and I feel nothing so strongly...

Everything is impermanent. Every physical and mental experience arises and passes. Everything in existence is endlessly arising out of causes and conditions. We all create suffering for ourselves through our resistance, through our desire to...

My father rules an entire planet.””He’s losing it.

…if we seek the permanence of an object as something existing from its own side, we discover something inexpressible. If we take three sticks and place them together in a certain way, they will all...

Seize the day, then let it go.

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

One day, while life is being incredible and interesting, I’m going to die.

that was bad; i shouldn’t have done thatto prevent you from entering a catatonic statei am going to maintain a calm facial expressionwith crinkly eyes and an overall friendly demeanori believe in a human being...

Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.

When you truly embrace your human impermanence you connect with the power you have, and influence you have, over the time you have.

Passing pleasures, like passing clouds, are all we have.

A thousand years ago five minutes wereEqual to forty ounces of fine sand.Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime andInfinite aftertime: above your headThey close like giant wings, and you are dead.

On a certain day in the blue-moon month of SeptemberBeneath a young plum tree, quietlyI held her there, my quiet, pale belovedIn my arms just like a graceful dream.And over us in the beautiful summer...

…nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.

You are as the yellow leaf.The messengers of death are at hand.You are to travel far away.What will you take with you?You are the lampTo lighten the way.Then hurry, hurry.When your light shinesWithout impurity or...