Quotes About Transience

Demorou uma eternidade e acabou num instante.

The world is not my home, (she sang in her silky voice) for I'm just passing through. The treasures are laid up somewhere, high beyond the blue. The angels beckon me from heaven's open door, and I can't feel at home in this world anymore.

Life is so impermanent that it's not about somebody else or things around me, it's about knowing you are completely alone in this world and being content inside.

If those sweet lips, that goblet of wine, Yes, everything, ends in non-existence, Then remember, for as long as you exist, That you are only what you will be one day: Nothing. It's impossible to be less than that.

Nichts ist so vergänglich wie ein Gedanke.

Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.

To be a Christian is to be a traveller. Our situation, say the Greek Fathers, is like that of the Israelite people in the desert of Sinai: we live in tents, not houses, for spiritually we are always on the move. We are on a journey through the inward space of the heart, a journey not measured by the hours of our watch or the days of the calendar, for it is a journey out of time into eternity.

Yes, I know everything can disappear in a flash of light. That doesn't make anything less valuable.

you can only know how you feel in the here and now, not how you'll feel years, months or even days down the line.

The flow of the river is ceaseless; and its water is never the same. The foam that floats in the pools Now gathering, now vanishing Never lasts long. So it is with man and all his dwelling places on this earth.

The flowing river never stops and yet the water never stays the same. Foam floats upon the pools, scattering, re-forming, never lingering long. So it is with man and all his dwelling places here on earth

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve. And like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Live your life as a lonely stranger. As a wanderer filled with awe and wonder. Leave everything as you found it. For none of it belongs to you. Let the events happen around you, knowing that none of them are happening TO You. And you will live an equanimous life.

I stop, then, in my tracks, to recollect the awesome presence that I've left behind, the road ahead so long, my life so short, and bow my head and burst out into tears. While

Even at our birth, death does but stand aside a little. And every day he looks towards us and muses somewhat to himself whether that day or the next he will draw nigh.

Who then to frail mortality shall trustBut limns on water, or but writes in dust.

The world's a bubble and the life of man Less than a span.

When it has finished saying it, it no longer is. The longer it is in saying it, the more it can say it at length, the more slowly it melts, the better quality it is.

Our most successful bubbles, our only successful ones are doubtless those that are the least worked. For can one work on a bubble? Surely not, - unless (carefully) with the very breath that gives it birth. It is only necessary to blow it with an even enough breath, with just the right pretentiousness, a movement of the soul at once measured and persistent, yet not too much so - until it detaches itself quasi-spontaneously from the pipe.

My days have crackled and gone up in smoke.

I will be dust, but dust in love

Polvo serán, mas polvo enamorado.

De qué sirve presumir, rosal, de buen parecer, si aun no acabas de nacer cuando empiezas a morir?

The faces you clutch at desperately slip away; it's when you're not thinking about them that their features flash past. It can happen on a street corner, at the turn of a staircase, because somebody said a word, because some image, an image has passed. Then the face is there for a split second, very fragile. One mustn't grasp at it, or it whisks away. One might as well try and catch a cloud. It was a cloud.