Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.
If the study of history teaches anything, it teaches us the limitations of life.
Nothing can stay great forever, and nothing can stay horrible forever.
I am so thrilled by the privilege of life, and yet at the same time I know that I have to let it go.
Time takes all and gives all.
There is poetry as soon as we realize that we possess nothing.
I saw that nothing was permanent. You don't want to possess anything that is dear to you because you might lose it.
Certainly, in the course of time, the splendid things will separate from the hateful.
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.
