Quotes About Transience

Our fear of death is like our fear that summer will be short, but when we have had our swing of pleasure, our fill of fruit, and our swelter of heat, we say we have had our day.

[A]s if life were a thunder-storm wherein you can see by a flash the horizon, and then cannot see your hand....

Men hail the rising sun with glee, They love his setting glow to see, But fail to mark that every day In fragments bears their life away.

nepotism and despotism will lasts only for a short while. For like a dead fish in the heat of the mid-day sun it is bound to rot and spoil

Cuando el cielo se oscureció y aunque no eran más que nubes, tuve la sensación de que todo se terminaba y la sensación de haber sentido lo mismo un millón de veces antes.

When those who name dead people have gone, there just remains the calmness of foreign cemeteries, in which nothing appears familiar and nothing frightens you.

Niciodat? realitatea nu mi-a sc?pat mai mult ca acum. Ea imi curge printre degete, e ca o ap? pe care n-o pot opri în c?u?ul palmei.

Being or nothing, that is the question. Ascending, descending, coming, going, a man does so much that in the end he disappears.

La vie? Un rien l'amène, un rien l'anime, un rien la mine, un rien l'emmène.

Before the lilacs are over and they are only shrunken stalks at the ends of drooping branches, I want to write a poem about them and their beauty brief and star-shining as a young girl's promise. Because there is so much made of strength and wealth and power, because the little things are lost in this world, I write a poem about lilacs knowing that both are this day's only: tomorrow they will lie forgotten.

The only comfort comes in thinking about how nice it was to know them, and how nice it was to brush against goodness for a season.

Broken locks and bruised knees and borrowed lipgloss and rain on the streets

We each carry our own designated end within us, our very own death ripening at its own rate inside of us. There are insignificant people who are harboring unawares the grandeur of large deaths. We carry it in us like a darkening fruit. It opens and spills out. That is death.

There are reasons why musical relationships are magical and those same reasons are sometimes why they cant last.

You're only England captain for a very short space of time.

A night out isn't just chaos and hedonism. It can be beautiful as well and there's a sadness to the end of it.

Anybody whose film becomes a hit is a superstar. Today there is somebody, and tomorrow there will be somebody else. No single woman or man has a monopoly for all time.

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.

All I know about this fine, sweaty life, my own or anyone else's, is that in a little while I'll rise up and leave this astonishing place that gives shelter to dead people. This graveyard. And go. Walking first on one rail and then the other.

From our birth we are all dying, but some of us finish sooner than others.

I wish that I could put up yesterday's evening sky for all posterity, could preserve a night of love, the sound of a mountain stream, a realization as it sets my mind afire, a dance, a day of harmony, ten thousand glorious days of clouds that will instead vanish and never be seen again, line them up in jars where they might be admired in the interim and tasted again as needed.

sendero» en tibetano: shul, «una marca que permanece después de que pasa lo que la hizo;

An idyll like that wasn't made to last. For a while it was forever, and then things started to fall apart.

I define myself as a seminomad, so my world consist of transient places, where being at home is not possible.