Quotes About Transient

The gods are fugitive guests of literature.

Success? It has the shortest half-life of any known substance.

Aaron stared down at his pad of paper, unsure. He said, "So what would be the best word for you? Vagrant?" Reacher said, "Itinerant. Distributed. Transient. Episodic.

Patriotism is an ephemeral motive that scarcely ever outlasts the particular threat to society that aroused it.

This is a precious moment, but it is transient. It is a little parenthesis in eternity.

Our situation on this earth seems strange. Every one of us appears here involuntarily and uninvited for a short stay, without knowing the whys and the wherefore.

To be cut down to size is good for all of us, but particularly so for those who forget how transient are our cultures and institutions, how pointless and cruel our divisions, how vain our claims to special status for our practices and beliefs above those of others.

I was delighted to see you again, and forgot for the moment that all happiness is fleeting.

Let's face it, the universe is messy. It is nonlinear, turbulent, and chaotic. It is dynamic. It spends its time in transient behavior on its way to somewhere else, not in mathematically neat equilibria. It self-organizes and evolves. It creates diversity, not uniformity. That's what makes the world interesting, that's what makes it beautiful, and that's what makes it work.

One eggshell life. Would

I am always looking for meaningful one night stands.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

Pleasures are transient, honors are immortal.

I think the life we are living now is just a blink in the eye of eternity.

Everything in life is elusive.

Everything tender and melancholy - as life is sometimes, just for one moment.

Dreams are real as long as they last. Can we say more of life?

I think actresses are imagined to be these subjects of great vanity. Life is change; physicality changes. It's transient, and that's a beautiful and a painful thing.

I go through life as a transient on his way to eternity, made in the image of God but with that image debased, needing to be taught how to meditate, to worship, to think.

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then–whoosh, and I'm gone... and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me–ever.

I see myself as a huge fiery comet, a shooting star. Everyone stops, points up and gasps "Oh look at that!" Then- whoosh, and I'm gone...and they'll never see anything like it ever again... and they won't be able to forget me- ever.

But woman's grief is like a summer storm, Short as it violent is.

Although I have lived in London, I have never really considered London my home because it was always going to be a stopping-off point for me, and it has been too.

The fortnight at Venice passed quickly and sweetly-- perhaps too sweetly; I was drowning in honey, stingless.