Paulo Coelho Quotes

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words, "And this too, shall pass away." How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

All things are subject to decay and change.

We are swimming on the face of time and all else has drowned, is drowning, or will drown.

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.

All things are the same, familiar in enterprise, momentary in endurance, coarse in substance. All things now are as they were in the day of those whom we have buried.

Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

Transience is what is normal. The problem is that we are busily trying to create political structures and cultural expressions that deny that and to deny that is to deny the basic idea of what is human.

Nothing gold can stay.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

Life is just a moment of time and it pass by

Time bears away all things.

In my limited realm of experience, beginnings led to endings.

This greatest mortal consolation, which we derive from the transitoriness of all things-from the right of saying, in every conjuncture, "This, too, will pass away.

All things must pass, all things must pass away.

All things must pass.

In life, and in sports, we all know that nothing lasts forever.

Nothing is permanent. The only thing any of us have in common is the inevitable.

The Bourne Underneath the growing grass, Underneath the living flowers, Deeper than the sound of showers: There we shall not count the hours By the shadows as they pass. Youth and health will be but vain, Beauty reckoned of no worth: There a very little girth Can hold round what once the earth Seemed too narrow to contain.

Once, once for all, if you would save your heart from breaking, learn this lesson once for all you must cease, in this world, to believe in the eternity of any creed or form at all. Whatever grows in time is a child of time, and is born and lives, and dies at its appointed day like ourselves.