Quotes About Transience

I don't want the corpses of flowers about me.

Why are we all only like mortal pieces of furniture? Why is nothing important?

Piecemeal the body dies, and the timid soul has her footing washed away, as the dark flood rises.

Paul was treated to dazzling descriptions of all kinds of flower-like ladies, most of whom lived like cut blooms in William's heart, for a brief fortnight.

I offer a bunch of pansies, not a wreath of immortelles. I don't want everlasting flowers and I don't want to offer them to anyone else. A flower passes, and that is perhaps the best of it… don't nail the pansy down. You won't keep it any better if you do.

But how could she know what she would feel next year? How could one ever know? How could one say Yes? for years and years? The little yes, gone on a breath! Why should one be pinned down by that butterfly word? Of course it had to flutter away and be gone, to be followed by other yes's and no's! Like the straying of butterflies.

This dew-like life will fade away; avoid involvement in superfluous things.

Life and death occur in a moment. In other words, life and death are nothing but moment. You don't believe that your life is a moment, because in everyday life you always have lots of choices. But if you see death, you taste it immediately. Moment and you come together, creating the momentum energy of time, and you and death become one; you have no choice.

Keep your mouth shut and look directly at impermanence!

no matter how long you try to follow a meaningful purpose in life, impermanence always cuts it off.

However convenient this dwelling, we cannot remain here.

The camera is getting smaller and smaller, ever readier to capture fleeting and secret moments whose images paralyse the associative mechanisms in the beholder.

A verdadeira imagem do passado perpassa, veloz. O passado só se deixa ficar, como imagem que relampeja irreversivelmente, no momento em que é reconhecido.

Who said, 'All Time's delight Hath she for narrow bed; Life's troubled bubble broken'? --- That's what I said.

Look thy last on all things lovely Every hour…

Blink your eye and look at it again. That which you see was not there at first, and that which was there is no more.

He fell silent for a very long time. "But on the other hand, perhaps it's like an on-off switch," he said. "Click! And you're gone." Then he paused again and smiled slightly. "Maybe that's why I never liked to put on-off switches on Apple devices.

he would be permitted to say to the moment "Abide, you are so fair!" And to share Goethe's faith - for it was no mere confidence in fame but a cosmic faith: "The traces of my earthly days/No aeons can impair.

It didn't matter that it wouldn't last. Beauty never did.

often think of how so many people have walked into my life for just a few minutes and kicked up some dust, then they're gone away.

A big part of my life was spent getting the keys for or driving my car. My constant friend was the radio, and most of my conversations were not face-to-face but side by side in the front seat or through the rearview mirror of some jalopy that I would drive until it gave out and I had to buy a new one. I was like some kind of futuristic hermit crab being carried by my temporary husk from place to place rather than feeling the sun on my head or my feet on the ground.

was set against a whole cadre of bad men, and maybe a woman or two. I liked that, because danger forces you to appreciate life; to understand its frailty, transience, and its incalculable value. But beyond drugs and danger, the thrill in my body was a delayed reaction to the separation between me and Bonnie Shay.

I was set against a whole cadre of bad men, and maybe a woman or two. I liked that, because danger forces you to appreciate life; to understand its frailty, transience, and its incalculable value. But beyond drugs and danger, the thrill in my body was a delayed reaction to the separation between me and Bonnie Shay.

crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.