Quotes About Transience

Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it; but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. It's thin current slides away, but eternity remains.

I mean that everything this afternoon has been too beautiful, and that perhaps everything together will never be so right again. I'm very glad therefore you've been a part of it.

The world around me is dissolving leaving here and there spots of time. The world is a cancer eating itself away.

No existe una diferencia fundamental, inalterable entre las cosas: todo es flujo, todo es perecedero. La superficie de tu ser está desintegrándose constantemente; sin embargo, por dentro te vuelves duro como un diamante. Y quizá sea ese núcleo duro, magnético, dentro de ti lo que atrae a los otros hacia ti de buen o mal grado. Una cosa es segura: que cuando mueres y resucitas, perteneces a la tierra y lo que quiera que sea de la tierra es tuyo inalienablemente.

Kesin olan tek ÅŸey ÅŸudur: öldüÄŸünde ve dirildiÄŸinde topraÄŸa aitsindir ve topraÄŸa dair ne varsa devredilemez bir biçimde senindir. DoÄŸan?n bir cilvesine dönüÅŸürsün, gölgesiz bir varl??a; bir daha asla ölmeyecek, fakat etraf?ndaki bütün olaylar gibi gelip geçeceksin.

The age demands violence, but we are getting only abortive explosions. Revolutions are nipped in the bud, or else succeed too quickly. Passion is quickly exhausted. Men fall back on ideas, comme d'habitude. Nothing is proposed that can last more than twenty-four hours. We are living a million lives in the space of a generation.

One more ray of sun and I will be rotten.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

Poor, deluded Shawondasee! 'T was no woman that you gazed at, 'T was no maiden that you sighed for, 'T was the prairie dandelion That through all the dreamy Summer You had gazed at with such longing, You had sighed for with such passion, And had puffed away forever, Blown into the air with sighing. Ah! deluded Shawondasee!

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

A reporter is always concerned with tomorrow. There's nothing tangible of yesterday. All I can say I've done is agitate the air ten or fifteen minutes and then boom - it's gone.

I traveled to many countries when I played. But wherever I went, it was a journey between an airport, a hotel, a stadium and a railway station or a bus terminal and I didn't have a chance to experience these places properly.

Traveling a lot and touring, you're in and out of hotels, and you don't have any comforts around.

I was on the road with my brothers, traveling around the world, and things would be going well, and what would happen was that I'd be in a city, and there would be no way I'd know where to eat because I would only be there for 12 hours, and we wouldn't know where to go.

It's the bedsit culture: people get a cat, and then, in a few months, when they move on or go travelling, they just throw the animal out. It's so discouraging.

I'm always just travelling out of a suitcase. You get used to it.

Goth is dead, punk is dead, and rock n' roll is dead. Trends are dead. Nothing exists anymore because the world is spinning faster than any trend.

Don't buy into a superficial reality. It has an expiration date.

Truth is a bubble and hard to hold on to.

And once the ripples still and the water returns to its unwavering calm, even the pebble that broke its surface will be forgotten. And the world will go on.

Don't suffocate your spirit for the lessons that were only passing through spring.

Life is a bubble in the ocean of time. At the same time, it can hold all the water of the ocean in her heart.

Events are transient, feelings are momentary, perception is optional and internalization is life long.

It doesn't matter how much money we have or how much we own here on Earth-we have to die and leave it all-that's the plain truth