Lisa Unger Quotes

Everything that comes together falls apart.

But nothing is solid and permanent. Our lives are raised on the shakiest foundations. You don't need to read history books to know that. You only have to know the history of your own life.

Everything is temporary if you give it enough time.

Nothing is of a permanent nature.

For all that we have done, as a civilization, as individuals, the universe is not stable, and nor is any single thing within it. Stars consume themselves, the universe itself rushes apart, and we ourselves are composed of matter in constant flux. Colonies of cells in temporary alliance, replicating and decaying and housed within, an incandescent cloud of electrical impulse and precariously stacked carbon code memory. This is reality, this is self knowledge, and the perception of it will, of course, make you dizzy.

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.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

We're just a bubble in a boiling pot.

The present will not long endure.

All forms of human happiness contain within themselves the seeds of their own decomposition.

Without continuity, men would become like flies in summer.

Nothing lasts forever in my profession.

Transience is one of the fundamental characteristics both of the human condition and of the political order.

Anything that's given to you can be taken away from you at any time.

It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.

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.

Nothing is written stone, child. Even if it were, the stones can be shattered

Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

Whatever is made by the hand of man, by the hand of man may be overturned.

The essence of what makes life beautiful is the fact that it can go away.

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

Nothing is taken care of forever.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.

The miracle of our predicament is not how long everything has been in place but how brief it all has been.

What falls away is always. And is near.