Quotes About Transience

Peygamber efendimiz "Lezzetleri yok eden ölümü s?kça hat?rlay?n?z" buyurmu?tur. Ölüm tefekkürü, kalbi bo? i?lerden temizleyen manevi bir egzersizdir.

Does all the beauty of the world stop when you die?" "No," said the Old Oak; "it will last much longer - longer than I can even think of." "Well, then," said the little May-fly, "we have the same time to live; only we reckon differently.

Oh, but childhoods go by so quickly too, we have them for such a short time - six years? Ten at the most? We are so alone in this life.

Todo termina y, ¿qué importa que termine un poco antes o un poco después puesto que de todos modos termina? Todo lo que termina es breve. ¿Y acaso será un mal el que la vida sea breve? No, porque la brevedad es la que la hace preciosa.

Slowly consumed, like fire down a candle;Forever flowing, like a passing river.Now, morning, I face my lone shadow:Suddenly my eyes are bleared with tears.

Summer romances cometo an end. That was part of the deal. They are built like certain plants or insects, not able to survive more than one season. I thought we would be different. We were, I guess, but not in the way I thought. I truly believed that we would never let each other go. The young are so dumb.

what are you but a corpse waiting to be washed?

But death permits you To arrange your hours While he sucks the honey From your lovely flowers

None of these men stayed around very long, though neither Greening nor anyone else ever witnessed their departure. Strangely, every one of them left his trunk behind.

It was like that hush of spirit which we feel amid the bright, mild woods of autumn, when the bright hectic flush is on the trees, and the last lingering flowers by the brook; and we joy in it all the more, because we know that soon it will all pass away. The

In the midst of life we are in death,'" said Miss Ophelia.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!

There was something frantic in their blooming, as if they knew that frost was near and then the bitter cold. They'd lived through all the heat and noise and stench of summertime, and now each widely opened flower was like a triumphant cry, "We will, we will make seed before we die.

And yet, winning is like a welcome drink going down your throat, like a beautiful embrace. It is brilliant while it lasts but it isn't forever. The high eventually melts away and the journey of life begins afresh. The truly remarkable among us visit these highs periodically; winning then becomes a journey, a graph where each point is crucial but is in reality merely part of a larger curve.

IN the natural world Sacrifice is meaningless, As all things come and go From the One.

We are all in this world travelers, and those near to us or those whom we see, they are the ones we meet on our journey. And therefore, it is an opportunity of thinking of our duty towards them. Neither shall we be with them always, nor will they be with us. Life is a dream in which we are thrown, a dream which is ever changing. Therefore an opportunity lost of considering our little obligations in our everyday life, which

Campfires and birthday candles don't burn forever.

There's a Buddhist saying that when your house is done your life is over.

For the moment's all there is, my darling.

intricate motives, and complicated plots intimately. You live a book for weeks at a time, carrying it around in your bag, thinking about its characters like friends, worrying about their worries as your own. Not so short stories because as soon as you get to know the characters and voices and plots and complications, they're over. Resolved or unresolved, clear or still completely obfuscated, either way, there's nothing more . . . unless you're

All men are born free: just not for long.

We see our friends are round us falling. We see them buried deep in dust. In solemn silence yet they're calling. Prepare for death, for die you must. -Zee

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.

In principle if I could not have a home I wouldn't. But not having a home would be too difficult procedurally, going from hotel to hotel, the gap of three hours where you're hungry and tired.