Quotes About Transience

I know love," Says the littlest one. "Love is like a flower." "Why is love a flower? Little one tell me." "Love is a flower For the sweetness it gives Before it dies away.

With her words the moment passed, the world moved on again: time, the flowing river, the moons. And the delicate thing that had been in the air between them - whatever it might have been named - fell, as it seemed to Jehane, softly to rest in the grass by the water. 'Goodbye,' he said. 'Be always blessed, on all the paths of your life. My dear.' And then he said her name.

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come Again in this identical disguise.

Let crazy life rush headlong on the highway for others; we shall contemplate the sunflowers, watch them sprout, blossom, fade away. Yesterday they were still giants, but now, in autumn, they are thatch on the roof.

Acaso la juventud es sólo eso: un trance de creer, un asentimiento a la promesa. Entonces todo es una promesa que el mundo ocupa luego con su verdad.

These days I am in a super-acute, a hyped-up life. It never goes to sleep. And yet all the events of this hyped-up life seem to be cut from the hyperdream. All of them turn up accompanied by a voice that murmurs to my heart "it's not going to last.

Behold the portrait of our mortality

I never said to you: come back. Each time that you left forever, I lowered my head and looked at your left hand, I looked at the white carpet in front of the divan on which we were sitting, I didn't say the word, there is no circumstance, then I raised my eyes and looked out the window at the world that was moving away with the solemn slow pace of an ocean liner

The procession is very long and life is very short. We die on the march. But there is nothing outside the march so nothing can be lost to it. The

The evanescence of the spoken word went without saying.

Anson looked searchingly at her. His eyes moved over her body. He thought: you meet a woman and she starts a chemical reaction in you. You think there is no one like her in the world, then something happens, and it is finished. She means less to me now than the used plate after a good meal, and how little can that be?

Nothing is perfect for long. Therefore you have to be perfect for a little while.

All of life is attachment and loss, an unavoidable, rhythmic exchange.

Life is a loan, and we have to return it to the universe.

Depth psychology understands that the goal of life is not happiness, which is only transiently possible anyhow, but meaning, which abides.

It was always unpleasant, moving like this; it always brought home to you the essential rootlessness of yourself and all men like you, always on the move, never really stopping anywhere, never really home.

You can still die when the sun is shining.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

Može se umreti i u sun?an dan.

I was happier then. Or was that I? Or am I now I? Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

Life is many days. This will end.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

Forms passed this way and that through the dull light. And that was life.