Abraham Lincoln Quotes

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

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 .

We're just a bubble in a boiling pot.

Life doesn't last; art doesn't last. It doesn't matter.

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

Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes on, just as the wind in the orchard picks up the leaves from the ground as if there were no other pleasure in the world but brown leaves, as if it would deck, clothe, flesh itself in flourishes of dusty brown apple leaves and then drops them all in a heap at the side of the house and goes on.

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

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

A journey is a gesture inscribed in space, it vanishes even as it's made. You go from one place to another place, and on to somewhere else again, and already behind you there is no trace that you were ever there.

Everything passes. There is great beauty in this, both in the passing of pain and in the passing of pleasure. When things present themselves to you as permanent, don't believe it.

Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

This can't last. This misery can't last. I must remember that and try to control myself. Nothing lasts really. Neither happiness nor despair. Not even life lasts very long.

The thing is to appreciate the fragile wonder of it all, down to the last breath, down to the dying embers of consciousness.

Be vigilant, for nothing one achieves lasts forever.

Yes, you can lose somebody overnight, yes, your whole life can be turned upside down. Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.

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.

Nothing is permanent in this wicked world - not even our troubles.

The present will not long endure.

All we really have when we pretend to write about the future is the moment in which we are writing. That's why every imagined future obsoletes like an ice cream melting on the way back from the corner store.

The temporal quality of all things was being firmly impressed upon me.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

My work is about my life as an event, and I find myself to be very temporal, transient.

Time is the devourer of all things.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be.