If things were not impermanent, life would not be possible.
Remember that man lives only in the present, in this fleeting instant; all the rest of his life is either past and gone, or not yet revealed.
Time is an illusion. Lunchtime doubly so.
The shortness of life, so often lamented, may be the best thing about it.
The graveyards are full of indispensable men.
We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.
Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.
Don't think of yourself as indispensable or infallible. As Charles De Gaulle said, the cemeteries of the world are full of indispensable men.
After departure, only invisible things are left, perhaps the life of the world is held together by invisible chains of memory and loss and love. So many things, so many people, depart! And we can only repossess them in our minds.
With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.
How short is human life! the very breath Which frames my words accelerates my death.
There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this flood of encounters, struggles, dreams...
Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.
Nor can those motions that bring death prevail Forever, nor eternally entomb The welfare of the world; nor, further, can Those motions that give birth to things and growth Keep them forever when created there.
Let every man in mankind's frailtyConsider his last day; and let nonePresume on his good fortune until he findLife, at his death, a memory without pain.
History says, 'Don't hope on this side of the grave.'
No matter what heights you achieve, even if you're Brad Pitt, the slide is coming, sure as death and taxes.
The temporal quality of all things was being firmly impressed upon me.
All created things are impermanent. Strive diligently.
One must be deeply aware of the impermanence of the world.
Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.
The very life which we enjoy is short. [Lat., Vita ipsa qua fruimur brevis est.]
Time stays, we go.
The charm of history and its enigmatic lesson consist in the fact that, from age to age, nothing changes and yet everything is completely different.
For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.
