Percy Bysshe Shelley Quotes

Everything that has a beginning has an ending. Make your peace with that and all will be well.

In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost.

Nothing always stays the same. You don't stay happy forever. You don't stay sad forever.

Life is a flux, nothing abides. Still we are such fools, we go on clinging. If change is the nature of life, then clinging is stupidity, because your clinging is not going to change the law of life. Your clinging is only going to make you miserable. Things are bound to change; whether you cling or not does not matter. If you cling you become miserable: you cling and they change, you feel frustrated. If you don't cling they still change, but then there is no frustration because you were perfectly aware that they are bound to change. This is how things are, this is the suchness of life.

Everything has a beginning and an ending. Make peace with that and all will be well...In life we cannot avoid change, we cannot avoid loss. Freedom and happiness are found in the flexibility and ease with which we move through change.

Time will pass and seasons will come and go.

Things of this world are in so constant a flux, that nothing remains long in the same state.

Time takes all and gives all.

Weep not that the world changes - did it keep a stable, changeless state, it were cause indeed to weep.

Be vigilant, for nothing one achieves lasts forever.

You cannot step into the same river twice.

Fixity is always momentary. But how can it always be so? If it were, it would not be momentary - or would not be fixity.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Things don't go on forever, and the quicker you accept that change is inevitable, the happier you're gonna be.

Let come what comes, let go what goes. See what remains.

I am sensible of the velocity of the moments, and entering that part of my head alert to the motion of the world I am aware that life was never perfect, never absolute. This bestows contentment, even a fearlessness.

It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.

A babe in the house is a well-spring of pleasure, a messenger of peace and love, a resting place for innocence on earth, a link between angels and men.

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

The customs and fashions of men change like leaves on the bough, some of which go and others come.

Time is a circus, always packing up and moving away.

Without continuity, men would become like flies in summer.

What is this world? A complex whole, subject to endless revolutions. All these revolutions show a continual tendency to destruction; a swift succession of beings who follow one another, press forward, and vanish; a fleeting symmetry; the order of a moment.

Everything is changing all the time, and I'm not going to stress out and spend my entire time chasing something that ultimately doesn't exist.