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,...