Quotes About Transience

In the chain of events, it is arbitrary to be sentimental about the passing of any one link.

She couldn't believe losing someone you had known such a short time could feel like losing part of yourself, that it could make food taste wrong and colors seem dull.

He talked to her in the way that people tell lifelong secrets to fellow passengers in railway carriages: an unburdened intimacy, resting on the unspoken understanding that they were unlikely to meet again.

That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them.

Hay horas normales y hay horas yermas, en las que el tiempo se estanca y se desliza, donde la vida (la vida real) solo existe en otro lugar.

That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them. Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

He was gazing right into her eyes, as he said this, seemingly imparting something of the impossibility of connections when one is always on the move.

some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them.

That some things are a gift, even if you don't get to keep them.' There was a silence before he spoke again. 'Maybe just to know that something this beautiful exists is all we can really ask for.

daug sapn? jie ateina ir v?l pradingsta išblunka iš atminties

We forget that winter will come again. We forget that nothing really endures and that, like the flowers that die at the end of the growing season, we'll join them in the cold ground.

Did the sudden dark remind you that all of the things we expect to be there for us, to protect us, shelter us, provide for us, are fleeting and finite?

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

There is nothing in this world constant, but inconstancy.

Rest stops have always made him strangely happy. He couldn't say why. Just the idea of everyone on their way somewhere, united by wanderlust, no one belonging more than anyone else.

Light-heartedness vanished as swiftly as it had come out there beneath the stars, and yet again he wished females to the devil.

To meet so briefly, then to lose you to the desert!' Rising swiftly, she walked to the doors opening to a veranda where she stood gazing at something beyond his vision. 'I hate it. I fear it. It is like the ocean. It takes men and devours them, then flows onward as if they had never been.

Mes yeux vers les vagues au bord de la plage, Pleine des forces, s'emparent du rivage J'aperçois mon jeune âge, Si éphémère et plein des rages.

mi viene in mente che i miei sentimenti - i sentimenti di tutti - sono inutili, andranno persi, lacrime nella pioggia.

La vida no es más que un relámpago entre dos noches infinitas

La diferencia estriba en lo pasajero y permanente frente a lo transitorio y estable: lo primero aparece y desaparece; lo segundo tiene residencia fija.9

Conocía demasiado bien la soledad. Y ahora sería más cruda que antes, pues tendría clavado como un aguijón el recuerdo de la dicha fugaz que había conocido.

cree por unos momentos... estar dentro del pensamiento del viento, hasta que comprende que la mente del viento no podrá ser nunca suya ni de nadie

el recuerdo de aquel día de su juventud en el que iba sin paraguas y, aun así, se dedicó a perder el tiempo mirando fijamente a la cara de los transeúntes a la caza de la esencia única de cada uno, y terminó muy mojado.