Quotes About Transience

It is of no importance to know who I am since some day I shall no longer be"—that is what each of us should answer those who bother about our identity and desire at any price to coop us up in a category or a definition.

Toda participación en las agitaciones temporales es tiempo perdido y malgasto inútil. […]

In each man I passed I discerned a cadaver, in each odor a rot, in each joy a last grimace.

We have always been dying, and yet death has lost none of its freshness, its originality. Herein lies the secret of secrets.

I have never known a single sensation of fulfillment, of true happiness, without thinking that it was the moment when — now or never — I should disappear for good.

Mine still, this moment passes by, escapes me, and is buried forever. Am I going to commit myself with the next? I make up my mind: it is here, it belongs to me — and already is long since past. From morning to night, fabricating the past!

Hiçbir ÅŸey tevazu sahibi yapm?yor insan?, ceset görmek bile.

I was just a tiny part of a huge universe, and nothing really mattered. Every single thing was temporary, and one day all of us would be gone without trace. It was an intensely soothing thought.

Man dies, his white bones are dumb without a word When the green pines feel the coming of spring. Looking back, I sigh; looking before, I sigh again. What is there to prize in the life's vaporous glory?

While over all springs up the green-lifed sod, And arch, so light and lofty in its span-- So frail and yet so lasting--tis like man.

Happiness is a soap bubble that changes color as the iris and that breaks when touched.

She is dying, like a flower wilted by the burning sun.

She walks away as if she were going to disappear. I wonder if I'll ever see her again." I turned and saw her yellow blouse receding into the distance as she walked along the busy street. She looked like a balloon someone had let loose in the sky. We watched her go.

As people we narrowly get by with our lives each day, energy from our soft, delicate actions appearing like cherry blossoms, only once, and once for a short while. Eventually petals fall to the ground.

Alguna vez, sin falta, todos iremos dispersándonos en la oscuridad del tiempo y desapareceremos...

Die Zeit ist unaufhaltsam und fließt immer weiter. Das tut sie nicht nur, damit man ihr nachtrauert, sondern damit man einen schönen Augenblick nach dem anderen erhaschen kann.

It takes time to get to know people, let alone to tell whether you like each other, so it really makes me wonder, you know, what you're supposed to do if they just keep coming through like a revolving door, in one day and out another, and you don't even have time to figure out who they are?

Soon it would be all over. All of this would wither away, it would all disappear. We'd go our separate ways. Again and again this conviction crashed over us.

Even if this night we were spending together and everything else was just going to disappear into the past, that was all right - and it seemed to me that I held this alrightness preciously in my hands, and that it was glittering there.

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

Nel flusso indefinito del tempo e degli stati d'animo gran parte della storia è incisa nei sensi. [E cose di nessuna importanza, insostituibili, ritornano così all'improvviso, in un caffè.]

The whole time I was with him there was that feeling of ephemerality, uncertainty. If that was a premonition of what was to come, what a sorrowful one it was.

Voglio assolutamente continuare a sentire che un giorno morirò. Altrimenti non mi accorgo che vivo. Per questo è così la mia vita.

Ese espacio que uno ocupa, siquiera por un breve periodo, y aunque antes o después todos los personajes deban desaparecer en los confines del tiempo, resplandece como algo sumamente valioso.