Quotes About Transient

It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

The great tapestries of trees had darkened to ghosts back at the last edge of twilight. The early moon had drenched the arches with pale blue, and, weaving over the night, in and out of the gossamer rifts of moon, swept a song, a song with more than a hint of sadness, infinitely transient, infinitely regretful.

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

Because desire just cheats you. It's like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it—but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you've got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone—

Courage is a sort of insistence on the value of life and the worth of transient things.

I had a dog—at least I had him for a few days until he ran away

what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

Isabella had been for some time capable of very strong, if very transient emotions...

They went by like rubbish in a river, in the river of life ...

16 [74] [...] Ships that pass in the night and neither acknowledge or recognize one another [...]

Fashion is made to become unfashionable.

I am a temporary amusement.

Life is temporary. We die one day. Live it up!

I have realised that we are running after things that are so temporary and fleeting - be it fame or money or anything like that.

Anger is a transient hatred or at least very like it.

Many ideas are good for a limited time -- not forever.

Appearance implies disappearance also: whatever appears must also disappear.

And how the connections between them were as terribly fragile as they were indelible.

They were like some popular cry, some vehement fancy, that comes down on a page of history for a day, and passes, leaving no other record at all except those lines on one page. And

But, like all happiness, it did not last long…

Things are only white for a bit.' Emilie

Success is transient, evanescent. The real passion lies in the poignant acquisition of knowledge about all the shading and subtleties of the creative secrets.

We are only an instant, that's true. But we are eternal.

What came is gone forever every time