Quotes About Transience

It's a town you come to for a short time.

Cheat me not with time, with the dull ache of flesh, for all flesh turns, even the loveliest ankle and frail thigh, to bitterest dust.

You count on it, you rely on it to buffer the passage of time, to keep the memory of sunshine and high skies alive, and then, just when the days are all twilight, when you need it most, it stops.

We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.

Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it.

Time, like a flurry of wild rain, Shall drift across the darkened pane!

We're all vanishing organisms and disappearing creatures in space and time - that death sentence in space in time that Kafka talked about with such profundity.

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

La escritura: la escritura llega como el viento, está desnuda, es la tinta, es lo escrito, y pasa como nada pasa en la vida, nada, excepto eso, la vida.

L'écrit ça arrive comme le vent, c'est nu, c'est de l'encre, c'est l'écrit, et ça passe comme rien d'autre ne passe dans la vie, rien de plus, sauf elle, la vie. »

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Je ne diffère des morts que par la faculté de suffoquer quelques moments de plus ; leur existence en un sens, me paraît plus assurée que la mienne.

Je ne luttais plus contre les coutumes à la fois vénérables et vaines ; tout ce qui met en lumière l'effort de l'homme, ne fût-ce que pour la durée d'un jour, me semblait salutaire en présence d'un monde si prompt à l'oubli.

Todavía un instante miremos juntos las riberas familiares, los objetos que sin duda no volveremos a ver… Tratemos de entrar en la muerte con los ojos abiertos…

J'ai vécu durant ces quelques semaines aussi libre d'inquiétudes que si je devais mourir le lendemain, ou vivre toujours.

One day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter.

The first flush couldn't last for ever. Everyone knew that.

It's not how long it glows. It's not how long the light lasts. It's what it says while it's still visible.

All that blooms must fall.

Everything that falls upon the eye is apparition, a sheet dropped over the world's true workings. The nerves and the brain are tricked, and one is left with dreams that these specters loose their hands from ours and walk away, the curve of the back and the swing of the coat so familiar as to imply that they should be permanent fixtures of the world, when in fact nothing is more perishable.