Quotes About Transience

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

When you start having lunch and actually eating, it's already over.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

As you learn to accept that the body is transitory, as you watch it with love, but without attachment, the body will develop purity.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Please is frail like a dewdrop, while it laughs it dies. But sorrow is strong and abiding. Let sorrowful love wake in your eyes.

Love that endures, from life that disappears!

The most difficult part for me is feeling connected to the people that I love but always being on the go to different places.

Every fair from fair sometime declines

This thou perceivest, which makes thy love more strong, to love that well which thou must leave ere long

when the petals fall Say it is beautiful and good, say it is well

We often think that our affairs, great or small, must be tended continuously and in detail, or our world will disintegrate, and we will lose our places in the universe. That is not true, or if it is true, then our situations were so temporary that they would have collapsed anyway.

At the time, I didn't have the insight to wonder at the transient nature of despair, but now that I'm older I've seen how little it takes to turn a person's life around for better or worse. An event will do, or an Idea. Another person. An idea of a person.

Nothing mortal makes last; nothing the gods make endures forever.

Even now, he is every blue blazer getting into cab, every runner along the river,every motorcycle coming and going.

when i felt bobby staring at me, i looked up. our eyes met, and he held my gaze; he held my gaze like he was holding me, and i held him as though holding him. then he looked away, he was gone and it was over - a one-minute stand.

When you're moved to find out who you are, study the graves you encounter as you pass by.Inside rest the bones and weightless dust of men once kings and tyrants, wise men, and those who took pride in their noble birth or wealth, their fame, or their beautiful bodies. Yet what good was any of that against time? All mortals come to know Hades in the end. Look toward these to know who you are.

Words are like breath. You say them and they're gone. But writing traps them.

Era in balia di ogni soffio di vento, non possedeva nulla.

All the labours of ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noon-day brightness of human genius, are destined to extinciton in the vast death of the solar system, and that the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins.

Looking at my own prom photograph reminds me of how significant that moment was - and how fleeting life is.

For me, food and music are very similar in that you create, you spend a lot of time making something, and it only lasts a few seconds or a few minutes.

Even in the dark I could see that [the tree] was dying, and doing it alone in the middle of these unconcerned pines. That was the absolute way of things. Loss takes up inside of everything sooner or later and eats right through it.

and I would feel it, the momentary eclipse. I tell myself it's natural for the feeling to surface now, with the two of