Marguerite Gardiner Quotes

The miracle of our predicament is not how long everything has been in place but how brief it all has been.

There's certainly nothing lasting and definite about the theater.

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.

Let's be honest: material comes and goes.

Nothing lasts forever in my profession.

I have seen lot of ups and downs in life; I have realised that nothing is permanent in life.

I do have in the back of my head that you never know how long it lasts.

Time is like a river made up of the events which happen, and a violent stream; for as soon as a thing has been seen, it is carried away, and another comes in its place, and this will be carried away too.

In this flowing stream, then, on which there is no abiding, what is there of the things which hurry by on which a man would set a high price? It would be just as if a man should fall in love with one of the sparrows which fly by, but it has already passed out of sight.

The secret of the illusoriness is in the necessity of a succession of moods or objects. Gladly we would anchor, but the anchorageis quicksand.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

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

Grey is a colour that always seems on the eve of changing to some other colour.

Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

Since life itself is uncertain, nothing which has life for its basis can boast much stability.

It is hard to believe that something that seems so permanent was once so different. Change. I guess that really is one thing you can count on.

Not only ought fortune to be pictured on a wheel, but every thing else in this world.

I'm sure that whatever changed is only temporary. It will change again.

For all that we have done, as a civilization, as individuals, the universe is not stable, and nor is any single thing within it. Stars consume themselves, the universe itself rushes apart, and we ourselves are composed of matter in constant flux. Colonies of cells in temporary alliance, replicating and decaying and housed within, an incandescent cloud of electrical impulse and precariously stacked carbon code memory. This is reality, this is self knowledge, and the perception of it will, of course, make you dizzy.

O visionary world, condition strange, Where naught abiding is but only change.

Nought endures but change.

A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with mud collect; weeds settle there, and soon birds have made a nest and are feeding their young among the blossoming water plants. Then the river rises and the earth is washed away. The birds depart, the flowers wither, the branches are dislodged and drift downward; no trace is left of the floating island but a stone submerged by the water; - such is our personality.