Ramakrishna Quotes

The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

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

I'm hyper-focused on loss. But I know it's just the impermanence of being here.

One must be deeply aware of the impermanence of the world.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again.

I've been through so much in my life. I've seen so much. I know how fast things can change. I know someone can be here one minute and gone the next.

Be vigilant, for nothing one achieves lasts forever.

All things are only transitory.

You've got to learn to accept the law of life, and face the fact that we disintegrate slowly.

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

History says, 'Don't hope on this side of the grave.'

Time destroys everything.

The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.

Death is an art, you know.

Nothing can be grievous that is but once

Life is change, to cease to change is to cease to live; yet if you may shed a tear beside the death-bed of an old friend, let not your heart be silent on the dissolving of a faith.

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.

Relationships are temporary, and everyone needs to understand that.

It's a mantra I've lived by for as long as I can remember. Nothing lasts for ever.

So we're in this process of letting go of our own attachments to our physical forms and to the people we love, and... basically everything. Life is like this one big process of letting go.

Dust, in the end, settles on everything.

Little soul, gentle and drifting, guest and companion of my body, now you will dwell below in pallid places, stark and bare; there you will abandon your play of yore. But one moment still, let us gaze together on these familiar shores, on these objects which doubtless we shall not see again....Let us try, if we can, to enter into death with open eyes.