Quotes About Transience

Those times, against all expectations, were turning out to be good times. Then he felt afraid, because he knew they couldn't last long and those stolen drops of happiness and peace would evaporate.

Vanitas peccata mundi.

Time goes faster the more hollow it is.

There are all these people here I don't know by sight or by name. And we pass alongside each other and don't have any connection. And they don't know me and I don't know them. And now I'm leaving town and there are all these people I will never know.

And now, as a summer flower shatters in September ,it was finished.

You make beauty and it disappears, I love that.

Twigs and beetles and dead body. Water and blood. You'll never get back.

What a woman tells her lover in desire should be written out on air & running water.

Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, in vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua ((What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water)

The next best thing never last for too long

Why does everything that lives have to die? < So life would be precious, Asher. Something that is yours forever, is never precious.

you could only guess whether things were waxing or waning in this existence, and that the best we could ever do was commemorate any beauty.

My films are like clouds: their meaning keeps changing every minute.

We put something on Instagram, and it gets reposted, and it's everywhere, and a minute later it's gone, over. I don't see that as a negative thing; it's the way my mind works, too.

You think that you will die in a few years, or twenty years, or thirty years. That's not true. You are dying now. You have been dying all the time. It's actually very pleasant to die, which is also to live.

It is not impermamence that makes us suffer. What makes us suffer is wanting things to be permament when they are not.

The past is just a ghost.

The created world is but a small parenthesis in eternity' something quite different, relating to the planet's life-span, not individual life-span.

Stupors, however, do not last forever

there was yet another date, of greater importance to her than those; that of her own death, when all these charms would had disappeared; a day which lay sly and unseen among all the other days of the year, giving no sign or sound when she annually passed over it; but not the less surely there

The cow and horse tracks in the road were full of water, the rain having been enough to charge them, but not enough to wash them away. Across these minute pools the reflected stars flitted in a quick transit as she passed; she would not have known they were shining overhead if she had not seen them there—the vastest things of the universe imaged in objects so mean.

Their gauzy skirts had brushed up from the grass innumerable flies and butterflies which, unable to escape, remained caged in the transparent tissue as in an aviary.

I should like the flowers very very much, if I didn't keep on thinking they'd be all withered in a few days!

I look into my glass, And view my wasting skin, And say, 'Would God it came to pass My heart had shrunk as thin!