Quotes About Transience

I have noticed that if you look carefully at people's eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.

So time, you see, is not so precise as many believe," Brynna was saying, lighting a candle. "It is not a solid thing, to be carved into days and hours at our bidding. It is fluid, liquid. It can change as easily as the sea changes, on one day calm and smooth, on another stormy and dangerous.

Reality is as thin as paper, girl, and as easily torn.

Let us look again for a moment; it is the last time, perhaps, I shall see the moonlight with you.

She sighed—every sublime moment must come with a bereft hour.

It may be life is only worthwhile at moments. Perhaps that is all we ought to expect.

From being quite sure of himself and his future he becomes not at all sure. If he be an imaginative boy a door is torn open and for the first time he looks out upon the world, seeing, as though they marched in procession before him, the countless figures of men who before his time have come out of nothingness into the world, lived their lives and again disappeared into nothingness. The sadness of sophistication has come to the boy.

You forget about all those things—you're just dominated by the vanishing-ness of things. It's just Gone, Gone, Gone. That, once again, leads to a figure-ground reversal. You are about to become Gone. Good, go with that.

When the gravity of death first touched me, I'd found preoccupation with the minutiae of daily life meaningless. If we ultimately die, and turn to dust in the ground, should it ever truly upset us if the floor hasn't been swept quite recently enough.

I pondered the idea that I would spend my entire life meeting people, loving people and losing people.

Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.

Vision" I love all things that pass: their briefness is Music that fades on transient silences. Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall— They fling delight across the world; they call To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race… A moment in the dawn for Youth's lit face; A moment's passion, closing on the cry— 'O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!

recuerdo de los seres normales, son brevísimos y casi inexistentes para quien los prevé y solamente los vive.

he felt that his life was nothing more than a light that would blink once in the history of the universe and then be forgotten.

If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day...the here, the now.

If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day . . . the here, the now." "And

This world's a bubble.

We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake...

El pasado es frágil, tan frágil como quebradizos los huesos con los años, tan frágil como los fantasmas que vemos en las ventanas o los sueños que se descomponen al despertar y no dejan atrás nada aparte de una sensación de inquietud o angustia, o, menos a menudo, una extraña satisfacción.

A little work, a little sleep, a little love and it's all over.

He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

Oh, to love what is lovely, and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.

Every field and flower fades, but love is infinite.

Oh, how this spring of love resembleth, The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all beauty of the Sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away