Quotes About Transience

Ottawa is a city where nobody lives, though some of us may die there.

Would that life were like the shadow cast by a wall or a tree, but it is like the shadow of a bird in flight.

Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet.

Experience cold or heat, pleasure or pain. These experiences are fleeting; they come and go. Bear them patiently.

The present will not long endure.

Our lives are never certain, even for an hour.

Drink! for you know not whence you came, nor why: Drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

Let us eat and drink; for tomorrow we shall die.

Tis the last rose of summer. Left blooming alone.

Friends come and go, enemies linger.

The paths of glory lead but to the grave.

O how quickly passes away the glory of the earth.

Being a hero is about the shortest-lived profession on earth.

The glories of our blood and state, Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate, Death lays his icy hand on kings. Scepter and crown must tumble down, And, in the dust, be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.

I think you just have to accept the fact that no one lives forever, and eventually things are going to come to an end, whether it's a TV show or life.

Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.

What I have learned over the years is to try to stay in the moment. I want to feel it all because I've realized nothing lasts.

A lot of media that that I want to consume, I don't want to have to own forever and ever. It's not like real estate.

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

And why love things you were destined to lose? Why let yourself feel things if the feelings were doomed to die?

Here lies one whose name was writ in water.

All the wars of the world, all the Caesars, have not the staying power of a lily in a cottage garden.

Realize that war is common and justice is strife, and that all things come into being and pass away through strife.

The interwoven branches of the firs droop from the weight, bendable but not brittle. I want to be just as still and somehow pliable and permanent in each moment of being alive, to ponder how transient and yet how pregnant each instant feels.