Seize the day, then let it go.
I believe in the brief eternity of the rose.
(n.) Alt. of Impermanency
The perfume of incense reminds us of the pervading influence of virtue, the lamp reminds us of light of knowledge and the flowers which soon fade and die, reminds us of impermanence. When we bow, we e...
Be ahead of all parting, as if it had already happened,like winter, which even now is passing.For beneath the winter is a winter so endlessthat to survive it at all is a triumph of the heart.Be foreve...
Why did I think that this improvisation could never end? If I had seen that it could, what would I have done differently? What would he?
If a beautiful thing were to remain beautiful for all eternity, I'd be glad, but all the same I'd look at it with a colder eye. I'd say to myself: You can look at it any time, it doesn't have to be to...
Each moment cancels the last. In the end there is nothing, not even the end.
Patience was part of his nature, and he accepted his lot as a short-lived mammal, scurrying in and out amid the roots of the giants.
We rush through our days in such stress and intensity, as if we were here to stay and the serious project of the world depended on us. We worry and grow anxious; we magnify trivia until they become im...
Of all the elements in the periodic table, not a single one is indestructible.
Everything rusts, rots, crumbles, vanishes. The infinite will just take a little bit longer.
Passing pleasures, like passing clouds, are all we have.
If nothing lasts then everything has meaning. If everything dies that means we actually live.
Trees, O trees, why can't you hold on to your leaves?
Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.
Nostalgia is an illness for those who haven't realized that todayis tomorrow's nostalgia.
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
It is not only the size of these redwoods but their strangeness that frightens them. And why not? For these are the last remaining members of a race that flourished over four continents as far back in...
Nature's first green is gold,Her hardest hue to hold.Her early leaf's a flower;But only so an hour.Then leaf subsides to leaf.So Eden sank to grief,So dawn goes down to day.Nothing gold can stay.
There is no "the way things are." Every day is different, and you live it differently.
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