Quotes About Transient

For as long as the Source entrusts something to your hands, treat it as something borrowed, like a traveller at an inn.

You merely pass the time, making millennia fly by.

Some people are like shooting stars. They burst through our lives in a spectacular arc, but they don't stay long. They just leave a trail.

Some people are like shooting stars. They burst through our lives in a spectacular arc, but they don't stay long. They just leave a trail ~Illuminated

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

Novelty, the most potent of all attractions, is also the most perishable.

Happiness is never there to stay [...] Happiness is merely a respite offered by inquietude.

Nas?l da canl?yd? hepsi. Nas?l da çabuk bitti rüya.

Most artists come in and out of the country, they stay may be 2 weeks - or a month max and then they leave.

I'm never anywhere for more than three weeks.

In the theater, everything is ephemeral. Everything is almost weightless and without a very clear definition of how you made it.

It actually giggles at you as it goes by.

It took me years to learn that happiness is not something one attains, but fleeting, like sunshine. It comes and goes.

Frequently, to be an American then was to be periodically unmoored, transient, so bereft of options that moving on was the only choice.

He came like the wind, like the wind touched everything, and like the wind was gone.

Moderate, transient stress (i.e., the good, stimulatory stress) promotes hippocampal LTP, while prolonged stress disrupts it and promotes LTD—one reason why cognition tanks at such times. This is the inverted-U concept of stress writ synaptic.4

Like a glimpse of eternity instantly forgotten. She is gone.

Today is the first and last day of forever.

Force is all conquering, but it's victories are short lived.

Time is like the wind, it lifts the light and leaves the heavy.

Life is just a moment of time and it pass by

You know how little while we have to stay, And, once departed, may return no more.

But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai Whose portals are alternate Night and Day, How Sultan after Sultan with his Pomp Abode his destin'd Hour and went his way.