Quotes About Transience

Golf is long, and life is fleeting...

Let grief and guilt stay not too long as houseguests.

Ephemeral, eternal heart!

And after all, what did it matter? Everybody died anyway, the good and the bad, the efficients and the weaklings, those that loved to live and those that scorned to live. They passed. Everything passed.

I would rather be ashes than dust. I would rather be a streaming meteor than a sleepy and permanent planet. I would rather burn out in a blaze of streaming glory than be stifled like dry rot. I shall use my time.

I believe that when I am dead, I am dead. I believe that with my death I am just as much obliterated as the last mosquito you and I squashed. (from Who's Who in Hell)

El trabajo de hombre es efímero y se desvanece como la espuma del mar... Así se desvaneció nuestra civilización grandiosa y colosal.

Tides are like politics. They come and go with a great deal of fuss and noise, but inevitably they leave the beach just as they found it. On those few occasions when major change does occur, it is rarely a good news.

Everyone is the same," he told himself. "Anxious to arrive. And when they leave, wondering why they came.

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

In the general course of things, when beauty passes, the flower bows its head upon the stem and fails. Sometimes, though, when the petals droop, a framework of tempered steel is revealed within.

It wouldn't last, of course. I had no illusions on that score. But while it did, I meant to relish every moment of the respite.

For nothing is fixed, forever and forever and forever, it is not fixed; the earth is always shifting, the light is always changing, the sea does not cease to grind down rock.

I'm aware, you know, that I and the people I love may perish in the morning. I know that. But there's light on our faces now.

Like dew I was born Like dew I vanish ..and all that I have ever done Is but a dream Within a dream

This sunset exists. Tomorrow does not exist. There is only now. Please look. It is so beautiful and it will never happen ever again, never, not this sunset, never in all infinity.

Look at this sunset, it's beautiful, neh? This sunset exists. Tomorrow does not exist. There is only now. Please look. It is so beautiful and it will never happen ever again, never, not this sunset, never in all infinity.

Listen, this is my death poem: "Like dew I was born Like dew I vanish Osaka Castle and all that I have ever done Is but a dream Within a dream." A last smile, so tender, from the Despot to them and to him. "Guard my son, all of you." And then the eyes had opaqued forever.

I wandered from village to village. A few days here, half a year there, like a butterfly on the summer's breath.

Nobody lives forever, nobody stays young long enough. My past seemed like so much excess baggage, my future a series of long goodbyes, my present an empty flask, the last good drink already bitter on my tongue.

He changed my life in so many ways. I didn't want to let go. I didn't want that moment to end and I didn't want that feeling to ever leave me. But all things leave us, all people, all feelings, no matter how much we want them to stay, no matter how tight we hold on to them. We lose everything in life at some point. I lost that moment the instant I let go of his hand.

I didn't want to let go. I didn't want that moment to end and I didn't want that feeling to ever leave me. But all things leave us, all people, all feelings, no matter how we want them to stay, no matter how tight we hold on to them. We lose everything in life at some point.

So was the Buddha (as translated via Borges): "The man of a past moment has lived, but he does not live nor will he live; the man of a future moment will live, but he has not lived nor does he now live; the man of the present moment lives, but he has not lived nor will he live." We

Building a set is like building a place, but it's a temporary place, because sets usually get torn down. Kind of unfortunate.