Nikolai Bukharin Quotes

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

All suffering goes just as it came. So it is with the glories and tragedies of the world.

All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

Even while a thing is in the act of coming into existence, some part of it has already ceased to be.

Everything is only for a day, both that which remembers and that which is remembered. Observe constantly that all things take place by change, and accustom thyself to consider that the nature of the Universe loves nothing so much as to change the things which are and to make new things like them. For everything that exists is in a manner the seed of that which will be.

The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.

Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.

I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

Somehow, in the process of trying to deny that things are always changing, we lose our sense of the sacredness of life. We tend to forget that we are part of the natural scheme of things.

This was what it meant to be human, to know that time moved and all things changed.

All things must pass.

I do not portray the thing in itself. I portray the passage; not a passing from one age to another, or, as the people put it, from seven years to seven years, but from day to day, from minute to minute.

But the world moves on, even when you don’t want it to, even when change feels like the end of everything. It never stops. That’s harsh and magical and somewhat comforting because nothing is immutable, however much we want it to be. Moments cannot be caught like fossils in amber, ever- perfect,ever-beautiful. They go dark and raw, full of shadows, leaving you with the memories. And the world moves on.

The hard thing about death is that nothing ever changes. The hard thing about life is that nothing stays the same.

We have this time to meet and do something, or just be together, and then we lose it and move to another kind of time, another kind of being, I guess. Those left behind must mourn, remember, and live on as we know.

Time stays, we go.

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn.

Nothing lasts forever - not even your troubles.

We are here and it is now. Further than that, all human knowledge is moonshine.

If you live long enough, you'll see that every victory turns into a defeat.

Summer ends, and Autumn comes, and he who would have it otherwise would have high tide always and a full moon every night.

If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.

Time marks us while we are marking time.