Quotes About Transience

Love's scary, and sometimes it's transient. But it's worth the risks and the nerves. It's even worth the pain.

It doesn't matter, that's the point. It doesn't matter that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. People matter, how they feel, how they connect. Who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.

It doesn't matter. That's the point. It doesn't matter that my mother is my mother, or that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. I know that better than anyone, but I never let it apply to me. Not to me. People matter, how they feel, how they connect, who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes. What matters is you're the blue butterfly.

Here doesn't lie CIan, for he's blown off with the wind. He lived and he died, then stayed on like the last annoying guest to leave the ball.

remember that nothing, good or ill, stays forever.

FOR A WEEK, THEN TWO, SHE WAS

I go to Ireland. Walk along an empty beach. When I do, I think of all the people who have walked there before, and will walk there again. Then it occurs to me nothing is forever. No matter how bad or how good, everything passes and moves on to another level.

We're all tourists, sort of. Life is tourism, sort of. As far as I'm concerned, the dinosaurs still hold the lease on this godforsaken rock.

I wake up, I feel the inescapable oppression of the sunlight pouring through my bedroom window, and I am struck by the fact that I am alone. And that everyone is alone. And that everything I understood seven hours ago has already changed, and that I have to learn everything again.

The nineties were a golden age for metropolitan newspapers and glossy magazines, yet most copies were destroyed or recycled within a month and never converted to digital files. It was a decade of seeing absolutely everything before never seeing it again.

And the quality all these reasonable failures share is an inability to accept that the statue quo is temporary.

Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

Anything you can aquire is only another thing you'll lose.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

It's weird to think the place where we're standing will only be a point in the sky.

Proof that no investment is yours forever.

You are permanent, but this life is not.

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

Lovely, forgettable faces, born to flirt and fuck and die.

Sahip olduÄŸun her ÅŸey, bir gün kaybedeceÄŸin ÅŸeylerden sadece bir tanesidir.

Honey, times like this, it helps to think of yourself as a sofa or a newspaper, something made by a lot of other people but not made to last forever.

The first time you meet that someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.