Erin Foster 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.

Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.

Commitment means losing yourself to gain something temporary. Nothing lasts. Not looks. Not love.

Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through.

Don't cling to things because everything is impermanent.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Love doesn't last.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now.

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.

No blessing lasts forever.

The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

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.

Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.

I've always been interested in relationships and the break-up of relationships.

Life is like this: things come and go.

In any relationship, even when it came to my relationship with Usher, when it was time to make a move, I had to do that. I don't care how much my heart was hurting, sometimes you're just supposed to be with people for a reason, and it's not always a lifetime. Even if you want it to be, it just doesn't work out that way.

So we're in this process of letting go of our own attachments to our physical forms and to the people we love, and... basically everything. Life is like this one big process of letting go.

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.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

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.

Thus we live, forever taking leave.

The essence of what makes life beautiful is the fact that it can go away.

Love is transient even on a very personal level. We lose everyone that we love. Sometimes we drift apart and sometimes we die.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.