Quotes About Transience

Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really dropped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically— any way you want to look at it— everybody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.

We have been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we are gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.

And I think the answer is that we are, in reality, terribly frail animals. And we don't like to be reminded of how frail we are—how delicate the balances are inside our own bodies, how short our stay on Earth, and how easily it is ended.

Do not think ahead, and be cheerful by knowing that no man lives forever.

There is no one there to see it. The world is doing what it always does, demonstrating itself to itself. The world has no interest in the little figures that come and go, the phantoms that worry and worship, that rake the graveled paths and erect the occasional rock garden, the bronze boy-man, the hammered cup for snow to fall into.

Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.

On any given day I'm likely to be working here at home, hunched over this keyboard, typing Great Thoughts and Beautiful Sentences—or so they seem at the time, like those beautifully flecked and iridescent stones one finds at the seashore that gradually dry into dull gray pebbles. --Going, Going, Gone

Nothing lasts, not forever. Not laughter, not lust, not even life itself. Not forever. Which is why we make the most of what we have.

Nothing lasts, not forever. Not laughter, not lust, not even life itself. Not forever. Which is why we make the most of what we have. Why

When you know as much as we do, nothing matters. Things just repeat. Day and night, summer and winter. The world is empty and aimless. Everything circles around. Whatever starts up must pass away,whatever is born must die. It all cancels out, good or bad, beautiful or ugly.

Über Berg und Tal, über Feld und Flur werd ich vergehen, verwehen - Ach, alles ereignet sich einmal nur, aber einmal muss alles geschehen ...

Quisiera que siempre fuera así. +Siempre es sólo un momento.

I wish everything would stay like this forever,' he said. 'The moment is forever,' she replied.

Once my song is ended, What comes to others soon or late, When their bodies pass away, Will also be my fate. My life will last the time of my song, But that will not be long.

Margrethe: And when all our eyes are closed, when even the ghosts have gone, what will be left of our beloved world? Our ruined and dishonoured and beloved world?

a person who, as the line went, would live in many places and die everywhere.

Nothing lasts. Not even literary or artistic fame protects worldly things around us.

For the heavens shall vanish away like smoke and the earth shall wax old like a garment. And they that dwell therein shall die in like manner. For the moth shall eat them up like a garment, and the worms shall eat them like wool.

during the night, in the no-longer-damp path of its stream. Nothing lasts. Not even literary or artistic fame protects worldly

nowhere in nature is their contest as plain or as poignant as it is in the beauty of a flower and its rapid passing. There, the achievement of order against all odds and its blithe abandonment. There, the perfection of art and the blind flux of nature. There, somehow, both transcendence and necessity. Could that be it—right there, in a flower—the meaning of life?

I'm single because I move about so much that I can't really get attached.

I've been given an amazing opportunity and I could not be more grateful. But I also know that all this will eventually die off. It's not real. It will go away and then you'll go away and then, I don't know, I'll be left sitting in some English hotel room.

There are some situations in life that are simply not funny, and there's nothing funny about them, but they're rare, and they don't last all that long.

As an actor you can't build up proper relationships with the people you work with, because after six months, you're done.