Quotes About Transience

You are suffering from disappointment. But this will pass away. The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

Then she too seemed to blow out of his life on the long wind like a third scrap of paper.

completely over. For an instant it resists

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His toes were making little squelching noises, each time he took a step, and what if the last thing you knew before you died was just some pathetic discomfort like that, like your shoes were soaked and your socks were wet, and you weren't ever going to get to change them? Rydell

I guess the most amazing thing about crying though is that when you're in it, you think it'll go on forever but it never really lasts half what you think. Not in terms of real time. In terms of real emotions, it's worse than you think, but not by the clock.

Let any one try, I will not say to arrest, but to notice or attend to, the present moment of time. One of the most baffling experiences occurs. Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled ere we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming.

These felt very much like last moments.

I share the streets with aimlessly moving scraps of paper and little whirlwinds of dust, with motes that pass like erratic thieves under eaves and through doors.

Em ?ã s?ng nh? m?t tia ch?p, lóe lên m?t l?n r?i t?t l?m. Nh?ng nh?ng tia ch?p do b?u tr?i làm tóe ra. Mà b?u tr?i thì v?nh c?u. ?ó c?ng là ni?m an ?i c?a tôi. (Con tàu tr?ng)

What is the most wondrous thing on earth? Each day countless humans enter the Temple of Death, yet the ones left behind continue to live as though they were immortal.

made to the other women when I joined them at night. The pleasures that arise from sense-objects are bound to end, and thus they are only sources of pain. Don't get attached to them.

The pleasures that arise from sense-objects are bound to end, and thus they are only sources of pain. Don't get attached to them.

He who binds to himself a Joy Doth the wingèd life destroy; But he who kisses the Joy as it flies Lives in Eternity's sunrise.

All the things we make exceptional are merely borrowed from the mundane and must without warning be surrendered to it.

Oh, thought Tom, so it finishes as quickly as this. All the things we make exceptional are merely borrowed from the mundane and must without warning be surrendered to it.

We grasp at symbols, talismans, triggers of association to what's forever gone.

She accepts the ways of this visitor as a natural phenomenon; How he comes and goes, exists, talks, laughs with her, falls silent, listens to her, and then he vanishes.

The activity of the young is like that of railcars in motion--they tear along with noise and turmoil, and leave peace behind them. The quietest nooks, invaded by them, lose their quietude as they pass, and recover it only on their departure.

And all the winds go sighing, For sweet things dying

What are heavy? sea-sand and sorrow. What are brief? today and tomorrow. What are frail? spring blossoms and youth. What are deep? the ocean and truth.

For I have hedged me with a thorny hedge, I live alone, I look to die alone: Yet sometimes, when a wind sighs through the sedge, Ghosts of my buried years, and friends come back, My heart goes sighing after swallows flown On sometime summer's unreturning track.

My tears were swallowed by the sea; Her songs died on the air.

La vacuité d'un phénomène ou d'une chose, ce n'est pas son inexistence ni son absence, mais sa nature instable, mobile, subjective, complexe…