Quotes About Transience

A schoolboy's tale, the wonder of an hour!

Words writ in waters.

This world's a bubble.

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing: it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustrations that it creates.

Tako se na kapiji, izme?u neba, reke i brda, naraštaj za naraštajem u?io da ne žali preko mere ono što mutna voda odnese. Tu je u njih ulazila nesvesna filozofija kasabe: da je život neshvatljivo ?udo, jer se neprestano troši i osipa, a ipak traje i stoji ?vrsto kao na Drini ?uprija.

Život je neshvatljivo ?udo, jer se neprestano troši i osipa, a ipak traje i stoji ?vrtso- kao na Drini ?uprija.

Šta vredi sva ta huka, kad evo do?e ovakvo vreme pa ?ovek propadne tako da ne može ni da izgine ni da živi, nego trune kao direk u zemlji i sva?iji je, samo nije svoj.

Rekao je da nije niko i ništa; putnik na zemlji, prolaznik u ovom prolaznom vremenu, senka na suncu...

Što ne boli – to nije život, što ne prolazi – to nije sre?a.

Ali nevolje ne traju vje?no (i to im je zajedni?ko sa radostima) nego prolaze ili se bar smjenjuju i gube u zaboravu.

Tako su se obnavljali naraštaji pored mosta, a on je kao prašinu stresao sa sebe sve tragove koje su na njemu ostavljale prolazne ljudske ?udi ili potrebe, i ostajao je posle svega nepromenljiv.

Ali svaka svetlost brzo dogori i svaka sve?anost pro?e.

Así en la kapija, entre el cielo, el río y las montañas, generación tras otra aprendió a no lamentar sobremanera lo que el agua turbia se llevaba. Ahí les penetró la filosofía inconsciente de la kasaba: que la vida es un prodigio incomprensible porque se gasta y derrocha sin cesar y, sin embargo, dura y perdura firmemente como <>

A warm and close circle formed, like a new existence, created out of realities and yet itself unreal, which was not what it had been the day before nor what it would be the day after, but like a transient island in the flood of time.

Feelings come and they pass. Whatever we are feeling in any given moment is just a passing experience. Our work is to learn to accept what we feel and to learn to let it pass.

Just one of the people who walk past a corner of your life.

We begin to die with our first breath. Death is inside us, ticking closer, closer, with every beat of our heart. It is the end no man can escape. Yet we cling to life, we worship it despite its transience.

I stood listening to the night breeze rustle the leaves, and watched the bats flicker against the last light, and felt the sweeping melancholy of those who pass their days in the midst of insupportable beauty in the knowledge that one day they will die.

No será la belleza otro objeto de consumo, como el vino? Uno lo bebe, lo traga y nos da una breve sensación placentera, embriagadora, pero ¿qué queda? Lo que el vino deja como saldo, con tu perdón, es la orina; ¿cuál es el saldo de la belleza? ¿En qué te hace bien? ¿Nos hace mejores?

hasta qué punto es real nuestra posesión? Las flores se convierten en polvo, Hendrik desengancha y se va, la tierra nada sabe de cercas, las piedras seguirán en su sitio cuando yo no sea más que polvo, la propia comida que devoro solamente pasa a través de mí.

The Maker was a genius, he thought. Infinity resulted in insolence. But transience was the way one treasured what one had been given.

Life was too short, no matter how long you lived. -Ehlena's thoughts

O amor era como a vida, imaginou. Por mais que se fosse abençoado, quando acabava, sabia sempre pouco.

But transience was the way one treasured what one had been given.