Quotes About Transience

The most important thing to remember is that a duplex's properties are stretchable but they aren't infinite. One minute the opening will be right there in front of you, and the next minute you won't even know where it went.

Do you ever think about how tears undo themselves as they run down your face, how that's what crying is, tears unrolling themselves until they are nothing?

What they all knew was this: Life was fragile.

Each literature bears its freight of the eclipsed; each generation shows us writers in the process of disappearing.

Jazz is there and gone. It happens. You have to be present for it. That simple.

No one gets out of here alive.

Snow is the only one of us that leaves no tracks.

Imperceptible It withers in the world, This flower-like human heart.

The stars pass. The moon passes. Blue clouds pass above the mountains to the north. The years go by." Empress Jito

Beauty's of a fading nature Has a season and is gone!

My temper's only like a summer storm. It's over in a minute.

It was one of those cases in which the real is irreplaceable and not representable. Unfortunately for them, the real was also instantaneous and without future.

But the second reason overshadowed the first, as the present overshadows the past, especially if it is an astonishing, urgent present in which each minute counts

From "Ships" The marketplaces of the Imagination have shops that are grand and opulent, but not of any great duration. Their transactions are brief, they dispose of their merchandise swiftly, and they are immediately liquidated.

Because there is hunger. Like any desire, it's only temporarily satisfied, which calls into question the reliability of satisfaction and whether such a state can be said to exist at all. Anything we eat knows us more intimately than a lover. Not merely the inside of our mouth but the esophagus, stomach, alimentary canal, upper and lower colon, sphincter. Everything we desire, we shit out and leave behind.

Beauty is fleeting. We must enjoy what we have before time steals it away.

A vida é uma ponte entre dois nadas, e tenho pressa.

Meus dias são sempre como uma véspera de partida. Movimento-me entre as pontas como quem sabe que daqui a pouco já não vai estar presente. As malas estão prontas, as despedidas foram feitas. Caminhando de um lado para outro na plataforma da estação, só me resta olhar as coisas lerdo e torvo, sem nenhuma emoção, nenhuma vontade de ficar.

Você não grita nem acorda. Não há terror, mesmo sendo aterrorizante: é assim que é. E pior ainda, não se trata de um sonho. Começa a amanhecer. Ou a anoitecer. Ninguém sabe quando passa o trem. Nem para onde vai. E não se leva nada. Isso é tudo que sabemos.

There's only one thing we know about death: It comes for all of us, the famous and the obscure, and after it does, we pretty quickly disappear from memory.

She has that quality, does the Hudson, as I imagine all great rivers do: the deep, abiding sense that those activities what take place on shore among human beings are of the moment, passing, and aren't the stories by way of which the greater tale of this planet will, in the end, be told….

Just because something doesn't last forever, it doesn't mean it wasn't meaningful while it did last. It doesn't mean it wasn't important.

Esa grave enfermedad que se llama "amor" dura tres meses, aseguran los científicos. También dicen que se va sin dejar rastro. Yo no estoy de acuerdo. Cuando un huracán de fuerza cinco pasa por tu vida, no deja nada donde estaba.

En sólo unos pocos años, cuando todo lo que perdurara de mí en esta tierra no fuera más que recuerdo y polvo, del monasterio no habría de quedar piedra sobre piedra.