Quotes About Transience

None of your power follows you through life.

And the vision no sooner dawns than dies blazing into oblivion.

What a difference! Under the esthetic sky, everything is buoyant, beautiful, transient! when ethics arrives on the scene, everything becomes harsh, angular and infinitely boring

We are occupants. No one has any lasting purchase on life or on the planet.

Like water spilt upon the ground--alas, Our little lives flow swiftly on and pass; Yet may they bring rich harvests and green grass!

How fascinating is death, the extinction of life. One moment here and the next gone. The light put out and only the empty bag of the body left.

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

There is the joy that is one's state of the being and there is the joy that is one's state of mind. The first is permanent and the second is impermanent.

The rich pearl of life, Soon moulders in its blackened urn, the tomb.

Everything has two endings- a horse, a piece of string, a phone call. Before a life, air. And after. As silence is not silence, but a limit of hearing.

This was the life I was going to be living, everybody separated from everybody else, hanging on for a moment only to be washed away.

It was a lesson most people learned much earlier; that even friendship could have an undisclosed shelf life. That loyalty and affection, so consuming and powerful, could dissipate like fog.

The highest happiness, the purest joys of life, wear out at last.

The vanity of human life is like a river constantly passing away and yet constantly coming on.

Out out brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

With myself, how to pass time becomes sometimes the question - unavoidably, though it strikes me as a thing unspeakably sad in a life so short as ours.

People come and go, some stay for a while some leave soon. But when they go they take away the memories, promises, dreams and a part of my life.

They shall arrive in a murmurAnd shall disappear into fog and earth

How much is real and for how long..

Nothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!

All who die, are all worldly beings (sansari – believing the worldly life to be real).

You may be anybody now. One day, you will be just a faded memory.

Life is like a cigarette and the world is a cigarette packet...!!!

Life is but an empty dream