Quotes About Transience

What you call your personality, you know? --it's not like actual bones, or teeth, something solid. It's more like a flame. A flame can be upright, and a flame can flicker in the wind, a flame can be extinguished so there's no sign of it, like it had never been.

Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

Strange: how when a light is extinguished, it's immediately as if it has never been. Darkness fills in again, complete.

Living's immediacy, you go full sail, you're in a fever of motion. Until it's safe and past and done and dead and you can say, like waking from a dream, Yes I was happy then, yes now it's all over I can see I was happy then. Maybe that's the advantage of dying?

Everything that you think is solid is actually fleeting and ephemeral.

Extraño: que cuando una luz se apaga, inmediatamente después es como si nunca hubiera existido. La oscuridad lo llena todo de nuevo, por completo.

Shreds of cloud were being blown across the moon clotted & cobwebbed like thoughts moving too fast for you to hear.

yo comienzo a sentir como si no hubiéramos llegado a ninguna parte, que estamos aquí de paso, para descansar, y que luego seguiremos caminando.

She wondered if all the firsts in her life would go by so quickly, and be forgotten just as quickly.

A poem is a meteor.

Let be be finale of seem, the only emperor is the emperor of ice cream.

Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

Whatever is impermanent is dukkha' (Yad anicca? ta? dukkha?).

whatever is impermanent is dukkha' (yad aniccam ta? dukkha ?).

Whatever is of the nature of arising, all that is of the nature of cessation.

todos morimos, envejecemos y enfermamos. La existencia o la vida, como veremos más adelante, es impermanente, y por lo tanto nuestras fuentes de apego se agotarán, nos guste o no. Si aceptaras esta premisa con todo tu ser no tendrías apegos.

The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.

Like the dew on the mountain,Like the foam on the river,Like the bubble on the fountain,Thou art gone, and forever!

Everything we have is not ours. And it will be inherited by another for a short time."

For by my glee might many men have laughed, And of my weeping may something have been left, Which must die now.

Wie lieb und luftig perlt die Blase Der Witwe Klicko in dem Glase.

Amintirea e un lucru ciudat. Nu vine ?i pleac? pur ?i simplu când vrea ea, ci po?i s-o aprinzi ?i apoi s-o stingi ca pe un vreasc de foc.

In einer anderen Nacht kamen ihm plötzlich die Wissenschaft, seine Arbeit, sein gesamtes Leben fremd und überflüssig vor, weil er keinen Freund hatte und außer seiner Mutter niemanden, dem er etwas bedeutete. Aber auch das ging, wie alles, vorüber.

Ma quei morti erano così vecchi che non li si poteva chiamare nemmeno cadaveri. Tutto il mondo in definitiva è composto di corpi morti! Ogni manciata di terra è stata un uomo e prima ancora un altro uomo, ogni oncia d'aria è stata respirata migliaia di volte da esseri nel frattempo morti. Cosa avevano tutti, qual era il problema?