Quotes About Transience

Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am weak; remember, Lord, how short my time is; remember that I am but flesh, a wind that passeth away, and cometh not again. My days are as grass, as a flower of the field; for the wind goeth over me, and I am gone, and my place shall know me no more.

Life is but sighs; and, when they cease, 'tis over.

Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

I can offer you my life, but it is a short life; I can offer you my heart, though I have no idea how many more beats it shall sustain

Pulvis et umbra sumus. It's a line from Horace. 'We are dust and shadows'. Appropriate, don't you think?" Will said. "It's not a long life, killing demons; one tends to die young, and then they burn your body - dust to dust, in the literal sense. And then we vanish into the shadows of history, nary a mark on the page of a mundane book to remind the world that once we existed at all.

Some lights were never meant to burn for long.

The good suffer, the evil flourish, and all that is mortal passes away.

The light that burned twice as bright burned half as long.

But it was mortality that made them what they were, the flame that blazed brighter for it's flickering

It was a lesson, Magnus thought, to love while you could, love what was fragile and beautiful and imperiled. Nobody was guaranteed forever.

Pulvis et umbra sumus," said James once, out loud in class, after hearing too many whispers. "My father says that sometimes. We are but dust and shadows. Maybe I'm just -getting a head start on all of you.

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers-lovely, but dead.

Because that which was new was almost always temporary. And that which was temporary broke your heart.

YOU WERE HERE says the silvery green light of time breathing in and out like any mortal

Life is so fragile. You're here, then you're not, and it's final, no going back, no changing anything at all.

Life gives us nothing outright. It only lends. Nothing is ours to keep.

People come into our lives, she thought, and it's not always a forever kind of thing, and not always meant to be. Not every deal is for keeps.

Life gives us nothing outright. It only lends. Nothing is ours to keep. Absolutely nothing. Not even our bodies, our brains.

Life gives us nothing outright. It only lends. Nothing is ours to keep. Absolutely nothing. Not even our bodies, our brains. This 'self' that we think we know so well, that we think of as us. It is only on loan. If a person comes into our life, they will go again. In a parting of ways, or because everyone dies. They will die or you will die. Nothing we receive in this life are we

Maybe everything deteriorates in time, and maybe that doesn't make it any less worth having while it lasts.

And in this one perfect but probably fleeting moment . . . nothing

If a person comes into our life, they will go again. In a parting of ways, or because everyone dies. They will die or you will die. Nothing we receive in this life are we allowed to keep.

Life gives us nothing outright. It only lends. Nothing is ours to keep. Absolutely nothing. Not even our bodies, our brains. This 'self' that we think we know so well, that we think of as us. It is only on loan. If a person comes into our life, they will go again. In a parting of ways, or because everyone dies. They will die or you will die. Nothing we receive in this life are we allowed to keep.

For grace may only be found briefly, and always in the midst of madness.