Quotes About Transience

Perhaps the universe should have deigned to provide such warnings, but scythes were no more supernatural than tax collectors in the grand scheme of things. They showed up, did their unpleasant business, and were gone.

flames were not meant to burn forever.

Il me semble que je serais toujours bien là où je ne suis pas, et cette question de déménagement en est une que je discute sans cesse avec mon âme.

Aquel que nunca se despertó en un lecho anónimo, al lado de un rostro que ya no volverá a ver; y no salió de un burdel al alba, con ganas de tirarse a un río por asco físico de la existencia, se ha perdido algo.

El alma es cosa tan impalpable, tan inútil a menudo, y en ocasiones tan molesta, que, al perderla, no sentí más que una emoción algo menor que si se me hubiera extraviado, yendo de paseo, una tarjeta de visita.

Ha buscado por doquier la belleza pasajera, fugaz, de la vida presente, el carácter de aquello que el lector nos permitió llamar la modernidad.

fugaz, que se metamorfosea con tal frecuencia.

as she drove me through the hills everything screamed inside of me, and I kept saying as we drove along (to myself, of course) fucker, it will pass, everything passes, it's all a joke a joke on you

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

They were beautiful nothings

human relationships simply aren't durable. I think back to the women in my life. they seem non-existent.

Beautiful thoughts, and beautiful women never last.

all people start to come apart finally and there it is: just empty ashtrays in a room or wisps of hair on a comb in the dissolving moonlight.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

death is walking up and down this room smoking my cigars taking hits of my wine

New Year's Eve always terrifies me life knows nothing of years. now the horns have stopped and the firecrackers and the thunder… it's all over in five minutes… all I hear is the rain on the palm leaves, and I think, I will never understand men, but I have lived it through.

We are simply a part of the machinery of the moment.

we finally got free of one another. it's sad but it's standard operating procedure (I am constantly confused by the lack of durability in human affairs).

We are paper thin. We exist by chance between the percentages, temporarily. And this is the best and the worst part, the time factor. And there's nothing you can do about it. You can sit on top of a mountain and meditate for decades and nothing will change. You can change yourself to be acceptable, but maybe this is wrong. Perhaps we think too much. Feel more, think less.

things are so easily lost. things just can't be kept forever. I

Once she had been a little girl, someday she would be dead, but now she was showing me her upper legs.

there are so many days when living stops and pulls up and sits and waits like a train on the rails. I pass the hotel

Qué es un cuerpo sino un hombre atrapado interiormente durante un breve espacio de tiempo?

No hay que lamentarse por la muerte, como no hay que lamentarse por una flor que crece.