Tara Brach Quotes

Everything flows and nothing abides. Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.

Things of this world are in so constant a flux, that nothing remains long in the same state.

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.

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

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

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

Where dwells the religion? Tell me first where dwells electricity, or motion, or thought or gesture. They do not dwell or stay atall. Electricity cannot be made fast, mortared up and ended, like London Monument, or the Tower, so that you shall know where to find it, and keep it fixed, as the English do with their things, forevermore; it is passing, glancing, gesticular; it is a traveller, a newness, a surprise, a secret which perplexes them, and puts them out.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment.

In the end, all solutions are temporary.

Nought may endure but Mutability.

A society must assume that it is stable, but the artist must know, and he must let us know, that there is nothing stable under heaven.

Nothing is of a permanent nature.

I am so tired - so tired of being of being whirled on through all these phases of my life, in which nothing abides by me, no creature, no place; it is like the circle in which the victims of earthly passion eddy continually.

A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with mud collect; weeds settle there, and soon birds have made a nest and are feeding their young among the blossoming water plants. Then the river rises and the earth is washed away. The birds depart, the flowers wither, the branches are dislodged and drift downward; no trace is left of the floating island but a stone submerged by the water; - such is our personality.

The world is changing every moment, and is therefore unreal. It has non permanent existence.

We rest; a dream has power to poison sleep. We rise; one wand'ring thought pollutes the day. We feel, conceive, or reason; laugh or weep, Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away; It is the same: for, be it joy or sorrow, The path of its departure still is free. Man's yesterday may ne'er be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability!

Reflect frequently upon the instability of things, and how very fast the scenes of nature are shifted. Matter is in perpetual flux. Change is always and everywhere at work; it strikes through causes and effects, and leaves nothing fixed and permanent.

There is nothing constant in this world but inconsistency.

Everything is in a state of flux, including the status quo.

You too must not count too much on your reality as you feel it today, since like yesterday, it may prove an illusion for you tomorrow.

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

Man's yesterday may never be like his morrow; Nought may endure but Mutability.

Life is full of change and uncertainty. We know this. We experience it on a daily basis.

The world's a scene of changes, and to be constant, in nature were inconstancy.