Quotes About Transience

Remember, people, a spike is a passing thing, but a lawsuit you always have with you. Over.

But to measure myself against life and death, as if I could go on forever.… There's no dignity in that. What are we to life? We're only sparks.

Do you ever think about all the knowledge we pour into our brains and how soon they will turn into mush in the grave? I think about it.

For ordinary books are like meteors. Each of them has only one moment, a moment when it soars screaming like the phoenix, all its pages aflame. For that single moment we love them ever after, although they soon turn to ashes. With bitter resignation we sometimes wander late at night through the extinct pages that tell their stone dead messages like wooden rosary beads.

Then haste thee, Time--'tis kindness all That speeds thy winged feet so fast: Thy pleasures stay not till they pall, And all thy pains are quickly past.

This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is a flash of lightning in the sky. Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

Whatever is subject to origination is all subject to cessation.

Times of luxury do not last long, but pass away very quickly nothing in this world can be long enjoyed.

We'll drink to-night with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim, on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting.

El mundo es un barco que pasa temporalmente, sin realizar un viaje completo.

With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele—

All dies! and not alone The aspiring trees and men and grass; The poets' forms of beauty pass, And noblest deeds they are undone, Even truth itself decays, and lo, From truth's sad ashes pain and falsehood grow.

o iš negirdim? mano b?ties gelmi? v?l pakyla nuostaba: setbiuosi, kad esu žmogus, žmogus miške, per rasas ir per dien? žengiantis žmogus, jau pamiršt?s vakarykšt? liet? ir šiandienos saul?, pats tuojs išgaruosiantis rasos lašas, pats pasijunt?s gegut?s kukavimu, ir strazdo giesme, pats sklindantis nuo vieno krašto iki kito ir sugr?žtantis tik kur?ioje tyloje.

I shall therefore discourse equally of both, convinced that human happiness never continues long in one stay.

Miserable mortals who, like leaves, at one moment flame with life, eating the produce of the land, and at another moment weakly perish

The race of man is as the race of leaves: Of leaves, one generation by the wind Is scattered on the earth; another soon In spring's luxuriant verdure bursts to light.

As the wind scatters leaves upon the earth, such is the race of men

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again

The person you loved, held, and cared for, and were most intimate with, is now nothing but a fragile set of memories that will vanish into the mists of the future.

But innocence is only pleasurable because it is transient.

He saw that no one owned anything really. It's all rented, or borrowed. Our possessions will outlast us, we'll desert them in the end.

How quickly the dead faded into each other

What I took to be the norm -- taut, smooth, supple -- was the transient special case of youth. To me, the old were a separate species, like sparrows or foxes.

He was thinking of that time, the way one does on long journeys when rootlessness and boredom, lack of sleep or routine can summon from out of nowhere random stretches of the past, make them as real as a haunting. --Solar