A Quote by Pamela Moore

That's the hell of sand castles. They are always doomed. That's part of their beauty — their impermanence. — © Pamela Moore
That's the hell of sand castles. They are always doomed. That's part of their beauty — their impermanence.
Impermanence is very important, crucial for life. That is why instead of complaining about impermanence you have to say "Long live impermanence!"
The torments of hell abide for ever.... If all the earth and sea were sand, and every thousandth year a bird should come, and take away one grain of this sand, it would be a long time ere that vast heap of sand were emptied; yet, if after all that time the damned may come out of hell, there were some hope; but this word EVER breaks the heart.
Children make prayers so thoughtlessly, building them up like sand castles—and they are always surprised when suddenly the castle becomes real, and the iron gate grinds shut.
I'm just saying it's not all sand castles and ninjas.
Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.
When building sand castles on the beach, we can ignore the waves but should watch the tide.
The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.
Writing a first draft and reminding myself that I'm simply shoveling sand into a box so that later I can build castles.
When a crow says an intelligent thing, chickens may laugh at it. This is the laughing of the sand castles at the powerful waves!
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sand castles, houses of cards, that's where they begin. Their great skills is their capacity to escalate.
There is such a thing as too much beauty in a woman and it is often a burden as crippling as homeliness and far more dangerous. It takes much luck and integrity to survive the gift of perfect beauty, and its impermanence is its most cunning betrayal.
There is no heaven and there is no hell. They are not geographical, they are part of your psychology. They are psychological. To live the life of spontaneity, truth, love, beauty is to live in heaven. To live the life of hypocrisy, lies, compromises,to live according to others, is to live in hell. To live in freedom is heaven, and to live in subjection is hell.
We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.
'Castles Made of Sand' was a song that my parents put me to sleep to, so naturally, it still puts me in a zen state.
If we are not empty, we become a block of matter. We cannot breathe, we cannot think. To be empty means to be alive, to breathe in and to breathe out. We cannot be alive if we are not empty. Emptiness is impermanence, it is change. We should not complain about impermanence, because without impermanence, nothing is possible.
Perhaps family itself, like beauty, is temporary, and no discredit need attach to impermanence.
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