Quotes About Transience

My father was right: people are always leaving. They fall in and out of your life like shadows.

even that we only have for a little while. Even the candle is not ours to keep. And yet how we care for that candle for that stretch of time that it is still ours! How we want to remember the shape and fragrance of the little

floating away from me like a cloud on the wind.

it occurred to her how some people continued through no design of one's own to be in one's life while others might initially enter in a sort of blaze and seem to change everything but then might not stay around.

Wabi-sabi" is a Japanese expression for the beauty of impermanence,

Los Angeles seemed to always be moving toward the eternal future; it was a city that shed memories before they had a chance to stick.

This was a shrine to being forgotten; to memories sprinkled like salt; ideas vaporized as if they had never been formed; stories evaporated as if they had no substance and no weight keeping them bound to the earth and to each of us, and most of all, to the yet - unfolded future.

Agarramo-nos uma à outra enquanto a vida se esvaía e aprendemos que a felicidade é fugidia.

To take a photograph is to participate in another person's mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another person's (or thing's) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

It was as if rather than being there in that moment, I was somewhere else, wishing I could be there. . . . The strange reverse-nostalgia itched at me every time I stepped from the boat to the stilt house dock, and it was several minutes before I could slough it off and relax. I think as much as anything else it was a weighty sense of gratitude, as well as the foreknowledge that whatever this was--this occupation, this friendship, this parallel life--it would not last forever.

Every day when I wake I tell myself that it will be my last. If you are not trying to hold on to time, you are not so afraid of losing it." Gregor thought this was the single saddest thing anyone had ever said to him. He couldn't answer.

patch of dandelions by the track. I only see the image for a moment,

people are only loaned to those who love them; they cannot be held, but can disappear in a moment without reason, without justice, without hope.

Even when he stands still, he moves. Baxter flickers everywhere and nowhere. A blink in a shuddering train window.

Remember, 'Even this will pass away!

I've been really aware of how important it is to me to just stay in the moment and enjoy it while it lasts. Because that's all you've got. If it ends, I'll move on to doing something else. If it lasts, great.

When you go somewhere and think it will be your last time there, you always appreciate the beauty of it even more and want to crystallise emotions that you will keep with you forever.

I always feel like every song is the last song.

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, clever; and they die almost at once. They die so soon that our hearts are continually racked with pain.

An artist's creative energy is ephemeral as a flower. It blooms and soon dies. No artist is great forever. Personally, I think I reached my peak in 2004 when I shot 'Samaria' and '3-Iron'.

Life begins when a person first realizes how soon it will end.

No ashes are lighter than those of incense, and few things burn out sooner.

There are as many forms of happiness as sorrow, though most prove fleeting.