Henry Cejudo Quotes

I go through life accumulating possessions... I've always done it... and then, every once in a while, a sort of tidal wave comes along and washes them all away.

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away.

There's certainly nothing lasting and definite about the theater.

The only certainty is that nothing is certain.

In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost.

Thoughts will change and shift just like the wind and the water when you're on the boat; thoughts are no different than anything else.

Everything isn't permanent, so don't pretend that it is. Everything's supposed to move and shift.

Nothing lasts forever in my profession.

Life is like this: things come and go.

Sometimes you think things are going to be forever, and then... of course, they're not.

Anything that's given to you can be taken away from you at any time.

I think everything is temporary.

The worldly stuff is not always going to be there and it could be taken away at any moment.

Everything changes. The more I try to hold on to the moment, the more it slips through my fingers.

In this flowing stream, then, on which there is no abiding, what is there of the things which hurry by on which a man would set a high price? It would be just as if a man should fall in love with one of the sparrows which fly by, but it has already passed out of sight.

Most things don't stay the way they are very long.

Can anything be constant in a world which is eternally changing?

It was becoming clear to me that I shouldn't bother to get too attached to anything. Turn your back and you lose it. Just like that.

The secret of the illusoriness is in the necessity of a succession of moods or objects. Gladly we would anchor, but the anchorageis quicksand.

The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

It can be here today and gone tomorrow.

Everything flows and nothing abides. Everything gives way and nothing stays fixed.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

Not one is constant, but everything is changing.