Quotes About Transience

Everything could be taken away at the snap of a finger.

Tutto passa. Le sofferenze, i tormenti, il sangue, la fame e la pestilenza. La spada sparirà, e le stelle invece rimarranno, quando anche le ombre dei nostri corpi e delle nostre azioni più non saranno sulla terra. Non esiste uomo che non lo sappia. Perché allora non vogliamo rivolgere il nostro sguardo alle stelle?

The ceaseless labor of your life is to build the house of death.

All of the days go toward death and the last one arrives there.

Den ville i det minste i drømme varme opp det blod som naturen har latt i stikken, den ville løftet haken og drøyet både musklene, energien og livsgleden for denne stakkaren som i full fart iler mot sin undergang.

Let us never allow ourselves to be carried away so completely by pleasure that we fail to recall from time to time in how many ways our happiness is prey to death and threatened by its grip.

It is comforting, however, and a source of profound relief to think that man is only a recent invention, a figure not yet two centuries old, a new wrinkle in our knowledge, and that he will disappear again as soon as that knowledge has discovered a new form.

Bertrand Russell once lamented "that no fire, no heroism, no intensity of thought or feeling, can preserve a life beyond the grave; that all the labors of the ages, all the devotion, all the inspiration, all the noonday brightness of human genius, are destined to extinction in the vast death of the solar system; and the whole temple of Man's achievement must inevitably be buried beneath the debris of a universe in ruins…

Escribe la siguiente frase de Séneca y mantenla a mano, leéla, guárdala en la memoria, en la gaveta del automóvil en la pantalla del computador y trata de que te cale lo más profundo posible: mientras se espera vivir, la vida pasa.

The angel of death comes to us and says, "You see everything that exists here is mine; it is not yours. Your house, your spouse, your children, your car, your career, your money — everything is mine and I can take it away when I want to, but for now you can use it.

Toate sunt trec?toare. Chinuri, suferinÈ›e, v?rs?ri de sânge, molim?, foamete. Totul va pieri, dar stelele de pe cer vor d?inui È™i atunci când jos, pe p?mânt, nu va mai r?mâne nici m?car umbra noastr? sau a înf?ptuirilor noastre. Nu se afl? nimeni pe faÈ›a p?mântului care s? n-o È™tie. ?i atunci de ce nu vrem s? ne îndrept?m privirea spre stele? De ce?

Man is mortal, and as the professor so rightly said mortality can come so suddenly

Tak, czÅ'owiek jest Å›miertelny, ale to jeszcze póÅ' biedy. Najgorsze, ?e to, i? jest Å›miertelny, okazuje siÄ™ niespodziewanie, w tym wÅ'aÅ›nie sÄ™k!

Tutto passa. Passano le sofferenze e i dolori, passano il sangue, la fame, la pestilenza. La spada sparirà, le stelle invece resteranno, e ci saranno, le stelle, anche quando dalla terra saranno scomparse le ombre persino dei nostri corpi e delle nostre opere. Non c'è uomo che non lo sappia. Ma perché allora non vogliamo rivolgere lo sguardo alle stelle? Perché?

Yes, man is mortal, but that isn't so bad. What's bad is that sometimes he's unexpectedly mortal, that's the rub. And, in general, he can't even say in the morning what he'll be doing that very same night.

Man is mortal and, as has rightly been said, unexpectedly mortal.

Cz?owiek jest ?miertelny i jak to kto? s?usznie powiedzia?, to, i? jest ?miertelny, okazuje si? niespodziewanie.

El hombre es mortal, y, como acertadamente se dijo, es mortal de repente.

Yapacak bir ÅŸey yok: Ä°nsanoÄŸlu fani ve isabetle söylendiÄŸi üzere aniden fani.

Well? If I must die, I must! The loss to the world will not be great; and I myself am already downright weary of everything. I am like a guest at a ball, who yawns but does not go home to bed, simply because his carriage has not come for him. But now the carriage is here... Good-bye!...

although there is the hope that the old illusions will be replaced by new ones, none the less evanescent, but, on the other hand, none the less sweet.

She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: We are at the last station. The happiness meant: We are together. The sadness was form, the happiness content. Happiness filled the space of sadness.

History is as light as individual human life, unbearably light, light as a feather, as dust swirling into the air, as whatever will no longer exist tomorrow.

She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together.