Quotes About Transience

Se dijo que se marchaba en unos días en que los bosques ardían, y su vida y sus recuerdos se consumían en aquellas llamas maravillosas y despiadadas. ¿Debía sufrir por no sufrir? ¿Debía quizá sentir nostalgia por no sentir nostalgia.

Sagen wir also, dass der Gedanke der Ewigen Wiederkehr eine Perspektive bezeichnet, aus der die Dinge uns anders erscheinen, als wir sie kennen: sie erscheinen ohne den mildernden Umstand ihrer Vergänglichkeit. Dieser mildernde Umstand hindert uns nämlich daran, ein Urteil zu fällen. Wie kann man etwas verurteilen, was vergänglich ist? Im Abendrot leuchtet allesim verführerischen Licht der Nostalgie, sogar die Guillotine.

la idea del eterno retorno significa cierta perspectiva desde la cual las cosas aparecen de un modo distinto a como las conocemos: aparecen sin la circunstancia atenuante de su fugacidad.

ZAR NE VIDIŠ DA NI TO LICE NA TEBI NIJE TVOJE? POGLEDAJ NA BILO KOJU FRESKU ILI SLIKU PA ?EŠ GA ZA?AS NA?I. TEBI JE SAMO PRIVREMENO DATO NA ?UVANJE, DA GA MALO NOSIŠ, KAO TU? ŠEŠIR, PA ?E OTI?I DALJE. TO ISTO VREDI I ZA TVOJ GLAS I ZVIŽDUK. OSVRNI SE, UOSTALOM, NA SVOJU SENKU, TU NA ZIDU, KOJA JE RASLA I GOJILA SE S TOBOM. U NJU ?EŠ JEDNOM LE?I POSLEDNJI PUT I ONA ?E TE NADŽIVETI.

Love's scary, and sometimes it's transient. But it's worth the risks and the nerves. It's even worth the pain.

We that change, hate change. And we that pass, love what abides. Ashes, darkness, dust.

But what do I care, for love will be over so soon, Let my heart have its say and my mind stand idly by, For my mind is proud and strong enough to be silent, It is my heart that makes my songs, not I.

Tomorrow we will be nothing but earth and dust. Who will remember the love a soldier once knew?

The sweetness of love is short-lived, but the pain endures.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

Love the fading flowers as much as you love the undifferentiated which lasts forever.

What you love, you must love all the harder because someday it will be gone.

Almost nine years later, I know that stars don't burn forever, and even the brightest can shatter into a million, burning sparks before falling from the sky.

Like a kiss, the pain which envelops us will leave and in it's place there will be an empty pit.

I am a fading phantasmagoria. Time has left me in partial glory.

Nora knows better than most that nothing lasts forever. Life doesn't, love doesn't, hope doesn't, so why would death, hate, or despair? Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.

I prefer you to be rainy than the rainbow, although the rain makes you sad but rainbow only make you happy for a while

Irresistiblemente pensé que la vida, la vida animal, no era la única cosa que pasaba y desaparecía.

Was life like that? You could look ahead to the future or back to the past, but the present moved too quickly to absorb.

Everything with a beginning has an ending. Any magic that can be done, can be undone. Anything you can make, can be unmade.

I thought I was going to cry but it passed

We revere the absolute but are bound to the transitory.