Eldridge Cleaver Quotes

The pain passes, but the beauty remains.

I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

Words writ in waters.

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

What I've been thinking about recently is the idea of finite and fragility. Either we're acknowledging that our lives here are finite, this moment is finite, and that this whole world is fragile, or we're not, but it is really happening and that is really true.

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

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

Everything passes. (That's what makes it endurable.)

Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable, and finally has come to look and not to buy.

Our sense that things are transient, that everything is passing and then if you want to save something from the endless flux of experience and the world's movement, you have to set down a stake and try and make something that will last.

The mayfly lives only one day. And sometimes it rains.

And I wonder, among all the tangles of this mortal coil, which one contains tighter knots to undo, & consequently suggests more tugging, & pain, & diversified elements of misery, than the marriage tie.

Everything in this world will pass away. In eternity only Love will remain.

How much can come And much can go, And yet abide the world!

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone. -from The Dragon Reborn. By Loial, son of Arent son of Halan, the Fourth Age.

May you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.

Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

It is easy to take away the world that we think is so permanent and reliable.

Everything passes away-suffering,pain, blood, hunger,pestilence. The sword will pass away too, but the stars will remain when the shadows of our presence and our deeds have vanished from the Earth. There is no man who does not know that. Why, then, will we not turn our eyes toward the stars? Why?

God alone is truth, everything else is transitory and illusory.

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

All progression is in the relative world.

For the world, I count it not an inn, but a hospital; and a place not to live, but to die in.