Quotes About Transience

Life as a whole is not happy. Only moments. This is my moment. It will pass.

There are many worlds and many systems of Universes existing all at the same time, all of them perishable.

Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.

Life is short, and time is swift; Roses fade, and shadows shift.

Right now a moment of time is passing by!... We must become that moment.

White means the strength of fragility and the fragility of the passage of time.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.

Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.

Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth.

Time is strange. A moment can be as short as a breath, or as long as eternity.

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; To every day we live, a day we die.

Only the ephemeral is of lasting value.

Faust, the Ninth Symphony, and the will of Adolf Hitler are eternal youth and know neither time nor transience.

If you are the body, you are in terrible trouble! One small microbe will destroy it one day, if not an accident. You have but a short time to live in this world.

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

the tired sunsets and the tired people - it takes a lifetime to die and no time at all.

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

Time in its irresistible and ceaseless flow carries along on its flood all created things and drowns them in the depths of obscurity.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

You see, we are all dying. It's only a matter of time. Some of us just die sooner than others.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose. —Francis Thompson

I seem to myself, as in a dream, An accidental guest in this dreadful body.