Quotes About Transience

Remember that email is skywriting.

I remember wishing the moment would hold forever; that we could be fixed there, laughing and irredescent... Then I got panicky because I knew it would pass; that it was passing already.

No blessing lasts forever

We are all born to no point, live out our days as best we can, and are then dissolved into the earth.

Acting is an odd lifestyle. You make deep bonds quickly and, though you move on, you go around on a loop and see people again.

Every so often, we all gaze into the abyss. It's a depressing fact of life that eventually the clock expires; eventually the sand in the hourglass runs out. It's the leaving behind of everything that matters to us that hurts the most.

Oh my God, if I know anything, I know I'm gonna die! I never forget that. I know I'll be forgotten in a minute, and that's just fine with me.

Bubbles are always new; you just can't find an old bubble.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

A human being is only breath and shadow.

Things last either too long or not long enough.

A veces podemos pasarnos años sin vivir en absoluto, y de pronto toda nuestra vida se concentra en un solo instante.

Of course I need not remind you how fluid a thing thought is with me-- with us all-- and of what an evanescent substance are our emotions made.

I suffered immensely. Then it passed away. I cannot repeat an emotion. No one can, except sentimentalists.

what we have been, or now are, we shall not be tomorrow

While I speak, time flies.

And warns us to use life's beauty as it blooms. The thorn is spurned when the rose has dropped.

He shimmered out, and I sat up in bed with that rather unpleasant feeling you get sometimes that you're going to die in about five minutes.

The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

Why is it so hard, the sweetness of the heart of the cherry? Is it because it must die or because it must carry on?

When the bones are all gone who lives in the final dust? Cuando ya se fueron los huesos quien vive en el polvo final?

Porque o amor, enquanto a vida nos acossa, é simplesmente uma onda alta sobre as ondas.