The lights became stars, which became streaks in the grayspace, and then networks of fading shimmers
Shapeshifting requires the ability to transcend your attachments, in particular your ego attachments to identity and who you are. If you can get over your attachment to labeling yourself and your cher...
(n.) Alt. of Impermanency
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.
In reality nobody can grasp anything permanently in life. Absolutely nothing. Somethings may stay in memory for a while but eventually that too fades away.
He looks at houses, chateaus, forests, and thinks about the countless generations who used to see those things and who are gone now; and he understands that everything he is seeing is oblivion; pure o...
All things that have form eventually decay." -Orochimaru
Eventually everything appears to disappear from the life. That's it.
Human says time goes by -Time says human goes by
Sudden revelations vanish just as suddenly.
They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dyi...
Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven't realized that todayis tomorrow's nostalgia.
To know yourself you must know the transience of your self.
Sometimes it takes a miracle to remind us that the only permanent condition is that of impermanence.
Those who were known as sultans and emperors are gone to dust. Their palaces are now known as ruins. This is ultimate power and commands of nature.
Seize the day, then let it go.
Something always attracts us towards the ruins, because ruins remind us our fundamental problem: The problem of impermanence! Amongst the ruins we see the very end of our road! Whatever shows you the...
You may be anybody now. One day, you will be just a faded memory.
I believe in the brief eternity of the rose.
The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
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