#impermanence

Never say about anything, 'I have lost it,' but only 'I have given it back.'

Do not grieve. Anything you lose comes round in another form.

Death is the indispensable companion of life, without which life would lose all its savor.

When you get into a cloud, you find that there is nothing to grasp. Life is cloud-like: soft, billowy, and ungraspable.

Do not hold on to someone who is leaving, for you will not meet the one who is arriving.

The moving finger writes; and, having writ, moves on.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

All conditioned things are impermanent; when one sees this with wisdom, one turns away from suffering.

The wise do not grieve for what is lost.

Time perfects all things, and time turns all kingdoms to dust.

The clay says to the potter: You trample me today; but a day will come when I shall trample you under the earth.

You have built castles on shifting sand and forgotten the stone foundation of eternal consciousness.

The guest who visits without being invited is time; open your eyes and prepare your house before the door is knocked upon.

Nature is a mutable cloud, which is always and never the same.

Nothing is secure but life, transition, the energizing spirit.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

Why give your heart to that which is bound to turn into dust? Give your heart to the eternal Spring.

The cherry blossom is breathtaking precisely because it knows it must fall.

Time does not pass away; it is we who are passing away.

This too shall pass away into the great silence.

Neither the glory of the emperor nor the sorrow of the beggar will endure.

In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.

No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it's not the same river and he's not the same man.

There is nothing permanent except change.

Nothing is permanent in life. Enjoy the change, celebrate the flow.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is nature's delight.

Each of us lives only now, this brief instant. The rest is either a life that is past, or is in an uncertain future.

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept away.

Everything is only for a day, both that which remembers and that which is remembered.

Treat what you have as if it were not yours, and you will not weep when it is taken.