Dogen Zenji Quotes

People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again.

A flower doesn't love you or hate you, it just exists.

God gives us love. Something to love He leads us; but, when love is grown To ripeness that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone.

Relationships are temporary, and everyone needs to understand that.

Life just keeps unfolding, ignoring our praise or blame.

song of elli (old age) "What is plucked will grow again, What is slain lives on, What is stolen will remain What is gone is gone... What is sea-born dies on land, Soft is trod upon. What is given burns the hand - What is gone is gone... Here is there, and high is low; All may be undone. What is true, no two men know - What is gone is gone... Who has choices need not choose. We must, who have none. We can love but what we lose - What is gone is gone.

No. The universe has to move forward. Pain and loss, they define us as much as happiness or love. Whether it's a world, or a relationship... Everything has its time. And everything ends.

Time will come that all that we love, we will eventually lose, and all that we hate we will eventually face.

He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

Time brings all things to pass.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

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

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

Tribe follows tribe, and nation follows nation, like the waves of the sea. It is the order of nature, and regret is useless.

Life is not orderly. No matter how we try to make life so, right in the middle of it we die, lose a leg, fall in love, drop a jar of applesauce.

As the blessings of health and fortune have a beginning, so they must also find an end. Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

No blessing lasts forever.

There is only one dream I can guarantee... my death.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

The Past is utterly indifferent to its worshippers.