Wislawa Szymborska Quotes

Nothing is forever...nothing lasts.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Robert, you are just a transient. I have seen them come and I have seen them go and I’ll be here long after you have gone.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Everything in life is just for a while.

All things are subject to decay and change.

Nothing lasts-not even pain.

There's no such thing as forever.

All things are flowing, even those that seem immovable. The adamant is always passing into smoke. The plants imbibe the materialswhich they want from the air and the ground. They burn, that is, exhale and decompose their own bodies into the air and earth again. The animal burns, or undergoes the like perpetual consumption. The earth burns, the mountains burn and decompose, slower, but incessantly.

Clouds float in the same pattern only once.

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

Change is the nature of all objective things.

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 .

Ephemeral" It means 'which is in danger of speedy disappearance.

That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. Everything is in process.

Life doesn't last, art doesn't last

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

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

You too must not count too much on your reality as you feel it today, since like yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.

Everything is temporary. Everything is bound to end.

All things are only transitory.

Today's news, which may be yesterday's anyway, will be eclipsed tomorrow.

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

A course never quite looks the same way twice. The combinations of weather, season, light, feelings and thoughts that you find there are ever-changing.