Quotes About Transient

We're all feathers in the fire; time passes on us like a lick of flame, one minute we're there, the next we're gone, forgotten, as if we'd never been.

El arte más perfecto, la música, late, pasa y desaparece.

What glitters, lives but for the moment; what has real worth, survives for all posterity.

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I had contrived a method by which a transient might locate the best restaurant in town. He must find the local bookshop and take advice from the proprietor, who infallibly will possess this information. Why the bookshop? Because bookshop owners are usually discriminating gourmets without too much money.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

It was that feeling of not being able to quite capture it, not being able to commit the moment, the feeling, to memory because it was too fleeting. She

Su tiempo en la tierra es nada más que un paréntesis de la eternidad.

Death, like life, dies at every moment and is born again at every moment.

You were worried about me. It was a brief moment of insanity. It's passed.

What Marla loves, she says, is all the things that people love intensely and then dump an hour or a day after. The way a Christmas tree is the center of attention, then, after Christmas you see those dead Christmas trees with the tinsel still on them, dumped alongside the highway.

You do not buy Taco Bell, you rent Taco Bell and then return it to its ecosystem with a couple of flushes.

I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went.

But we-' she glanced at him as if to ascertain his position, 'we see each other only now and then-' 'Like lights in a storm-' 'In the midst of a hurricane,' she concluded, as the window shook beneath the pressure of the wind.

All these things happen in one second and last forever.

Her look, passing through all that time and that emotion, reached him doubtfully; settled on him tearfully; and rose and fluttered away, as a bird touches a branch and rises and flutters away.

In their prayers, in their rites, at each salient moment in the passage of a lifetime, they had reminded themselves of their attachment to that Promised Land and the transient nature of their separation from its shores.

The men in my life are always like the countries I visit: I fall in love briefly and then move on. I visit, regard the wonders, delve into the history, taste the cooking, peer into dark corners, feel a few moments of excitement and maybe ecstasy and bliss, and then, though I am often sad to leave - or stung that no one insists that I stay - I am on my way.

Finn drifted around, rootless and aimless as dandelion fluff in the wind.

Pulsing goddess light moves through me for one moment like - Here Mr. Brown paused again. Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten.

People come and go, in and out of each other's lives like it's nothing. So I don't know how/why this should be a big deal.

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