Quotes About Transience

All these troubles revolve around the irritable mutual dependence of life and art - with their need and contempt for one another. Of necessity, to create is a temporary state and cannot be possessed.

[A]s if life were a thunder-storm wherein you can see by a flash the horizon, and then cannot see your hand.

If there's another thing that sportswriting teaches you, it is that there are no transcendent themes in life. In all cases things are here and they're over, and that has to be enough.

Life and death were so unpredictable. So close to each other. We existed moment to moment, never knowing who would be the next to leave this world.

I certainly spent many years in my early life chasing all over the globe for meaning and purpose. I'd feel like I'd found it, then it would fade away again.

Life is evanescent, but left to itself it rarely fails to offer some consolation.

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored.

Life is divided into three periods: that which has been, that which is, that which will be. Of these the present is short, the future is doubtful, the past is certain.

Life is like a great jazz riff. You sense the end the very moment you were wanting it to go on forever.

Anyway I know only too well that all life is nothing but a brief reprieve from death.

The only consistent narrative we possess is one that we share with every other life-form: we are born, we live, and then we die.

Your life can end in a flash before you even have time to know it's over. There is no safe. There is no control.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.

O harp of life, so speedily unstrung!

We're all just in our bodies for a moment in our life. Such a brave and lovely act it is to let the body celebrate.

In life nothing goes on for ever, even if it looks exactly as if it would.

In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.

There's no such thing as life; or if there is, It is faster than the weather, faster than Any character. It is more than any scene: Of the guillotine or of any glamorous hanging.

And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the run

All ye that pass by! While we least think it he prepares his Mate. Mate, and the King's pawn played, it never ceases, Though all the earth is dust of taken pieces.

life passes by in a wink so try to never miss a moment of it

Our lives fade behind us before we die.

Sometimes death is proof of life. Sometimes decay points out a certain verve.

By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.