Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

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.

Everything is transient. Everything is constantly changing. The only thing we have is now.

The river where you set your foot just now is gone-those waters give way to this, now this.

All is flux; nothing stays still.

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 .

All things change, and you yourself are constantly wasting away. So also is the universe.

While we flatter ourselves that things remain the same, they are changing under our very eyes from year to year, from day to day.

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

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

We are always in transition.

Most things don't stay the way they are very long.

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.

No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.

All is change; all yields its place and goes.

Nothing is, everything is becoming.

Not one is constant, but everything is changing.

Nothing lasts and yet nothing passes either, and nothing passes just because nothing lasts.

Life is not static. If life were static there would be no need for meditation. The mind would do. Then you could think, and whenever, after many lives, you knocked at the door, the girl would be waiting for you. But life is a flux, a movement. Every moment it is changing and becoming new. If you miss a moment, you have missed.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

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.

The body and mind are continually changing, and are, in fact, only names of series of changeful phenomena, like rivers whose waters are in a constant state of flux, yet presenting the appearance of unbroken streams. Every particle in this body is continually changing; no one has the same body for many minutes together, and yet we think of it as the same body.

Excepting the infinite spirit, everything else is changing. There is the whirl of change.

Nought may endure but Mutability.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.