Adelaide Anne Procter Quotes

Everything changes. The more I try to hold on to the moment, the more it slips through my fingers.

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

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

For every minute, the future is becoming the past.

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

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.

Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay, put up your caravan just for one day?

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.

We can change everything but we can't stop time.

Things pass, and the best we can do is to let them really go away

Our being is continually undergoing and entering upon changes. ... We must, strictly speaking, at every moment give each other up and let each other go and not hold each other back.

Time slips through our hands like grains of sand, never to return again.

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 that is can pause or stay.

Pull your boots up by the bootstrap and know that everything is temporary. All good moments are temporary and all bad moments are temporary. Nothing lasts forever.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.

And let its meaning permeate each day. Whatever comes, This too shall pass away.

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

We are seeing, then, that our experience is altogether momentary. From one point of view, each moment is so elusive and so brief that we cannot even think about it before it has gone. From another point of view, this moment is always here, since we know no other moment than the present moment. It is always dying, always becoming past more rapidly than imagination can conceive. Yet at the same time it is always being born, always new, emerging just as rapidly from that complete unknown we call the future. Thinking about it almost makes you breathless.

Everything that comes together falls apart.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.