Pema Chodron Quotes

Pain and death are part of life. To reject them is to reject life itself.

Birth was the death of him.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Life is the game that must be played, this truth at least, good friends, we know; so live and laugh, nor be dismayed as one by one the phantoms go.

I'm dying always.

Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.

SOONER OR LATER ALL MEN MUST DIE. EVERYTHING DIES IN THE END. I CAN BE ROBBED BUT NEVER DENIED, I TOLD MYSELF. WHY WORRY? “I too cannot be cheated,” snapped Fate.

Never but the one matter. The dead and gone. The dying and going. From the word go.

little sun little moon little dog and a little to eat and a little to love and a little to live for in a little room filled with little mice who gnaw and dance and run while I sleep waiting for a little death in the middle of a little morning in a little city in a little state my little mother dead my little father dead in a little cemetery somewhere. I have only a little time to tell you this: watch out for little death when he comes running but like all the billions of little deaths it will finally mean nothing and everything: all your little tears burning like the dove, wasted.

No. The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it's a world, or a relationship... Everything has its time. And everything ends.

Nothing is lasting but change; nothing perpetual but death.

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

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.

I'm here. Soon I won't be. Zoey's baby is here. Its pulse tick-ticking. Soon it won't be. And when Zoey comes out of that room, having signed on the dotted line, she'll be different. She'll understand what I already know- that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between you teeth.

The world is impermanent. One should constantly remember death.

Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.

Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

The champagne was dead. So it goes.

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

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

Death is an absolute marvel.

It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.

I saw that nothing was permanent. You don't want to possess anything that is dear to you because you might lose it.