Momentary happiness is worse than permanent misery.
The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.
(n.) Alt. of Transiency
Though some may see their shortcomings as the greatest evil from the pit of hell, while some throw invectives at God for bringing them into a cruel, problematic world. These shortcomings are transient...
Its funny when people recently change their attitude to gain entrance into your heart, which may only ignite your passion to close the door.
To know yourself you must know the transience of your self.
We are here in a wood of little beeches: And the leaves are like black lace Against a sky of nacre. One bough of clear promise Across the moon. It is in this wise that God speaketh unto me. He layeth...
You swallow hard when you discover that the old coffee shop is now a chain pharmacy, that the place where you first kissed so-and-so is now a discount electronics retailer, that where you bought this...
There is nothing permanent except change.
Turbulence is life force. It is opportunity. Let's love turbulence and use it for change.
Like vanishing dew,a passing apparitionor the sudden flashof lightning -- already gone --thus should one regard one's self.
As one gets older one discovers everything is going to be exactly the same with different hats on.
The bag was a hybrid I had picked up at a store called Suitcase City while I was plotting my comeback. [...] It had a logo on it -- a mountain ridgeline with the words Suitcase City printed across it...
The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen and the sun burnt Time,...
The more things change the more they stay the same. (Plus ca change plus c'est la meme chose.)
Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life—a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple—the painter is giving you a secret message. He’s telling you that living things don’t last—it’s all temporar...
Seize the day, then let it go.
I believe in the brief eternity of the rose.
I wish all this never had to change, says Rafiq, unexpectedly. I’m pleased he’s content and sad that a kid so young knows that nothing lasts.
No permanence is ours; we are a waveThat flows to fit whatever form it finds
No permanence is ours; we are a waveThat flows to fit whatever form it finds:Through night or day, cathedral or the caveWe pass forever, craving form that binds.
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