Quotes About Transience

If you walk away from a sandcastle, it won't be there tomorrow, because as the wind, waves, seagulls, and small children push the grains of sand around, they're more likely to arrange them into one of the vast number of configurations that don't look like a castle than into the tiny few that do.

What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]

Leaving the people and places you love, is a reminder of the impermanence of this life. And the permanence of the next.

Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?

I think being someone in love is so hard to define, so temporary, because retrospectively we often deny the state in which we were in love.

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Everything in this world will pass away. In eternity only Love will remain.

I write because it is dangerous, a bloody risk, like love, to form the words, to say the words, to touch the source, to be touched, to reveal how vulnerable we are, how transient.

... For such as truly love the world, a thousand years would fade like the dream of one night.

The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.

Theater is so ephemeral, and I love that.

Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

Love is always real, even when it doesn't last.

Ye flowers that drop, forsaken by the spring, Ye birds that, left by summer, cease to sing, Ye trees that fade, when Autumn heats remove, Say, is not absence death to those who love?

Early violets blue and white Dying for their love of light.

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 come and go, but the land is always here. And the people who love it and understand it are the people who own it - for a little while.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

... everyone has come to understand that unconditional love is a reality, but with as shelf life of about eight to ten seconds. [p. 110]

I will be dust, but dust in love

That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.