Quotes About Transience

One minute you're on top of the world and the next minute you're gone you're gone and nobody can help you.

So this was how it was. People entered your life. Some would stay. Some would not. Some would drift but would return to you.

nothing that beautiful lasts forever.

Because if time can be fluid, then maybe something that is just one day can go on indefinitely

Days like these go on for years. It's the ones you want to last that slip away—one, two, three—in seconds.

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.

Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.

Fire existed only for a moment, remade with every passing second, constantly replaced by newly-created flames. While the burning materials might be of this world and contaminated by chaos, the actual tongues of fire were untouched. They were free from corruption as they winked in and out of existence.

This world nys but a thurghfare ful of wo,And we been pilgrymes, passing to and fro.Deeth is an ende of every worldly soore.

For thogh we slepe, or wake, or rome, or ryde,Ay fleeth the tyme, it nyl no man abyde.

At evening the complaint of the cuckoo Grows still in the wood. The grain bends its head deeper, The red poppy. Darkening thunder drives Over the hill. The old song of the cricket Dies in the field. The leaves of the chestnut tree Stir no more. Your clothes rustle On the winding stair. The candle gleams silently In the dark room; A silver hand Puts the light out; Windless, starless night.

There's a moment coming. It's not here yet. It's still on the way. It's in the future. It hasn't arrived. Here it comes. Here it is It's gone.

There was a purpose for a person being in your life at a certain time, even if it does not last.

Choreography is like cooking or gardening. Not like painting because painting stays. Dancing disintegrates. Like a garden. Lots of roses come up, and in the evening they're gone.

Man can climb to the highest summits, but he cannot dwell there long.

Life's but a day at most.

Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.

Human life has sorrow; They who meet must part; He that is born must die;

SimÈ›ea mil? de tovar??ii lui de suferin??, dar o mil? lucid? È™i rece. La urma urmelor, aceste mari migraÈ›ii umane p?reau dictate de legi ale naturii, îÈ™i zicea el. Deplas?ri periodice de mase considerabile erau probabil necesare popoarelor, cum e transhumanÈ›a pentru oi. În mod straniu, ideea îl înt?rea.

Such madness. When you're 20, love is like a fever. It makes you almost delirious. When it's over, you can hardly remember how it happened. Fire in the blood, how quickly it burns out.

You can't kiss me and vanish.

So, in a curious lurid calm which could not last and yet, it seemed, could not end, the days went by.

As it is I crawl on everyday towards the tomb. When I wake in the morning I think first of death, do you?

God, how the young and beautiful vanish and are no more seen.