Stephen Dunn Quotes

Time runs and flows and only our death succeeds in catching up with it. Photography is a blade which, in eternity, impales the dazzling moment.

In rivers, the water that you touch is the last of what has passed and the first of that which comes; so with present time.

Arrow-swift the present sweepeth, and motionless forever stands the past.

Change is a measure of time and, in the autumn, time seems speeded up. What was is not and never again will be; what is is change.

Nothing is forever, but there's a continuing stream of people who go through our lives and continue with us... Nothing just stops and stays... But it flows on... Like a river.

A new year can begin only because the old year ends.

Beauty is the moment of transition, as if the form were just ready to flow into other forms.

The most important thing for me is the moment, going from one thing to the next and hitting all the different levels and different points that make the whole what it is.

Look at light and admire its beauty. Close your eyes, and then look again: what you saw is no longer there; and what you will see later is not yet.

All beauty that surrounds us must one day perish.

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.

The river flowed from century to century, and human affairs play themselves out on its banks. Play themselves out to be forgotten the next day, while the river flows on.

How very near us stand the two vast gulfs of time, the past and the future, in which all things disappear.

Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.

It is, of course, a trite observation to say that we live "in a period of transition." Many people have said this at many times. Adam may well have made the remark to Eve on leaving the Garden of Eden.

Nothing gold can stay.

Life is a journey. Time is a river. The door is ajar

The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief (...) beautiful.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

Ends and beginnings—there are no such things. There are only middles.

Life is continuous. Life never stops. We come to the really great questions and before we can answer them, life has moved on to something else.

Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet.

The entire most beautiful order of things that are very good, when their measures have been accomplished, is to pass away.

Everything in the universe is constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives.