All things that have form eventually decay." -Orochimaru

— Masashi Kishimoto

All this long human story, most passionate and tragic in the living, was but an unimportant, a seemingly barren and negligible effort, lasting only for a few moments in the life of the galaxy. When it was over, the host of the planetary systems still lived on, with here and there is a casualty, and here and there among the stars a new planetary birth, and here and there is a fresh disaster.

— Olaf Stapledon

...and here's a secret for you - everything beautiful is sad...gilded with impermanence...

— John Geddes

And suddenly you realize: you are in every dot of the universe vanishing and arising.

— Amit Ray

Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them.

— Paulo Coelho

A thousand years ago five minutes were Equal to forty ounces of fine sand. Outstare the stars. Infinite foretime and Infinite after time: above your head They close like giant wings, and you are dead.

— Vladimir Nabokov

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 endless that to survive it at all is a triumph of the heart. Be forever dead in Eurydice, and climb back singing. Climb praising as you return to connection. Here among the disappearing, in the realm of the transient, be a ringing glass that shatters as it rings. Be. And, at the same time, know what it is not to be. The emptiness inside you allows you to vibrate in full resonance with your world. Use it for once. To all that has run its course, and to the vast unsayable numbers of beings abounding in Nature, add yourself gladly, and cancel the cost.

— Rainer Maria Rilke

Buddhist teachings discourage us from clinging and grasping to those we hold dear, and from trying to control the people or the relationship. What’s more, we’re encouraged to accept the impermanence of all things: the flower that blooms today will be gone tomorrow, the objects we possess will break or fade or lose their utility, our relationships will change, life will end.

— Sharon Salzberg

But because day at her dawning hours hath so bewitched me, must I yet love her when glutted with triumph she settles to garish noon? . . . Who dares call me turncoat, who do but follow now as I have followed this rare wisdom all my days: to love the sunrise and the sundown and the morning and the evening star.

— E.R. Eddison

By acknowledging my impermanence, I can consider if there is anything I can do now to help my loved ones who will be left behind cope with losing me and to facilitate healing.

— Lisa J. Shultz