Quotes About Transience

It is not a terrible thing to love the world, knowing that the world is always passing and irrecoverable, to be known only in loss. To love anything good, at any cost, is a bargain." Holding

All I knew now was that nothing lasted forever, not even a friendship, and that being "different" felt the same as being alone.

the window was down and my music was blasting and i was like, i am the sun on my skin. i am the clouds in the sky. i'm everything i've ever seen or done or felt or heard, and one day i will be gone.

Voilà peut-être ce qu'il faudrait accepter: on ne fait que passer. Et quand bien même l'amour, le combat, la souffrance à en devenir fou... De tout ça un jour il ne reste rien

È sempre stato così, in tutti i miei viaggi: sono sempre un perdente, perché mi attacco troppo alle cose, o alle persone, e cosi il viaggio non è più un viaggio, ma un ripetuto addio Ho passato il tempo a dire addio e a ricordare, e a raccogliere indirizzi nelle mie agendine come piccole lapidi.

Husbands came and husbands went, but dreadful hair lasted forever.

BaÅŸkalar?yla -hatta kar??na ç?kan tek insanla- sanki her ÅŸey o an baÅŸlayacak ve biraz sonra bitecekmiÅŸ gibi yaÅŸamal?s?n.

They exit one by one, or sometimes two by two. You scatter pieces of them on the snow in the woods and then run away as fast as you can, and then you turn and run back towards them, once they're beyond your reach.

What we leave behind, Lord, surely needs to be of spiritual value, for my oh my, how quickly the rest of it can vanish." Katie

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

When I tell people about the blooms, about how they open around nine and close before sunrise and do this just for one night, they always ask, Is that all? Yes. That's all.

I said to myself, we must die. Sooner or later, we must disappear for ever from the face of the earth. Whatever be the links that hold us to life, they must be broken. This scene of existence is, in all its parts, calamitous. The greater number is oppressed with immediate evils, and those, the tide of whose fortunes is full, how small is their portion of enjoyment, since they know that it will terminate.

Life is short, even in letter. (Vie, c'est court, Même en lettre)

Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring.

Around and around the house the leaves fall thick—but never fast, for they come circling down with a dead lightness that is sombre and slow. Let the gardener sweep and sweep the turf as he will, and press the leaves into full barrows, and wheel them off, still they lie ankle-deep.

Oh! they're too beautiful to live, much too beautiful!

While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.

I only know that it was, and ceased to be; and that I have written, and there I leave it.

Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.

The loveliest things in life are but shadows; they come and go, and change and fade away…

What was the nameless shadow which again in that one instant had passed?

The beauty of the earth is but a breath, and man is but a shadow. What sympathy should a holy preacher have with either?

Knitting Done XV. The Footsteps Die Out For Ever Book the First—Recalled

I cannot rest, I cannot stay, I cannot linger anywhere.