Alfred, Lord Tennyson Quotes

You cannot step into the same river twice.

Fixity is always momentary. But how can it always be so? If it were, it would not be momentary - or would not be fixity.

In the presence of eternity, the mountains are as transient as the clouds.

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.

You could not step twice into the same rivers; for other waters are ever flowing on to you.

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.

In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost.

Thoughts will change and shift just like the wind and the water when you're on the boat; thoughts are no different than anything else.

Trying to catch hold of yourself is a fool's errand. There is no you, only a series of former yous, created in one instant, deleted in the next.

You can not step twice into the same river, for other waters are continually flowing on.

Everything isn't permanent, so don't pretend that it is. Everything's supposed to move and shift.

Let's be honest: material comes and goes.

You can't halt time.

I think everything is temporary.

All beautiful forms of this world are in the process of transformation. Nothing is stable. With every moment, our reality is changing. Mother Ganges, like nature, is constant, but no manifestation of hers remains. Likewise, all that we hold dear in this world is imperceptibly vanishing. We cannot cling to anything. But if we can appreciate the beauty of the underlying current of truth, we can enjoy a reality deeper than the fickle waves of joy and sorrow.

In this flowing stream, then, on which there is no abiding, what is there of the things which hurry by on which a man would set a high price? It would be just as if a man should fall in love with one of the sparrows which fly by, but it has already passed out of sight.

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

Can anything be constant in a world which is eternally changing?

All the ways of this world are as fickle and unstable as a sudden storm at sea.

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

What comes will also go. What always is will alone remain.

The secret of the illusoriness is in the necessity of a succession of moods or objects. Gladly we would anchor, but the anchorageis quicksand.

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.

Look at everything that exists, and observe that it is already in dissolution and in change, and as it were putrefaction or dispersion, or that everything is so constituted by nature as to die.

The vanishing, volatile froth of the present which any shadow will alter, any thought blow away, any event annihilate, is every moment converted into the adamantine.