Quotes About Transience

Time is but the stream I go a-fishin in. I drink at it, but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. It's thin current slides away, but eternity remains.

We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.

Time is but a stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it, but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. Its thin current slides away, but eternity remains.

Grass that is here today and gone tomorrow does not require much time to mature. A giant oak tree that lasts for generations requires much more time to grow strong.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

Such was life; everything passed away; the fields and woodlands of boyhood became built upon; streets and pavements and lamp posts arose where warblers and willow wrens had sung; nothing ever remained the same.

omul este ca un fluture: se înc?lzeÈ™te la soarele favorurilor, iar la prima adiere mai rece piere... chiar dac? n-ar vrea!

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered , with difficulty recognizing the beauty for which he picked and ruined it.

When you understand that you will die tomorrow, if not today, and nothing will be left, then everything is so unimportant!... So one goes on living, amusing oneself with hunting, with work - anything so as not think of death

But if you are alive—live: tomorrow you'll die as I might have died an hour ago. And is it worth tormenting oneself, when one has only a moment of life in comparison with eternity?

If you once realize that to-morrow, if not to-day, you will die and nothing will be left of you, everything becomes insignificant!

All at once I felt clearly and calmly that the feeling of that time had gone never to return, like the time itself, and that to bring it back now would be not only impossible, but painful and forced.

And the light by which she had been reading the book of life, blazed up suddenly, illuminating those pages that had been dark, then flickered, grew dim. and went out forever.

No hay felicidad en la existencia, no hay más que relámpagos de felicidad.

Cor, what a godawful stink!" That was all that remained of this man in the land of the living.

He looked at her as a man looks at a faded flower he has gathered, with difficulty recognizing in it the beauty for which he picked and ruined it.

When you've grasped the fact that today or tomorrow you will die and nothing will be left of you, everything becomes so insignificant.

I work, I want to do something, but I had forgotten it must all end; I had forgotten-death.

Yaln?zca, e?ler aras?nda bildik o seyrek sevgi dakikalar? kalm??t?, onlar da uzun sürmüyordu. Bir süreli?ine mola verdikleri küçük adac?klard? bunlar. Sonra birbirine yabanc?la?man?n gizlenmi? dü?manl??? denizine aç?l?yorlard? yeniden.

But the more he strained to think, the clearer it became to him that it was undoubtedly so, that he had actually forgotten, overlooked in his life one small circumstance - that death would come and everything would end, that it was not worth starting anything and that nothing could possibly be done about it. Yes, it was terrible, but it was so.

Everything is indefinite, misty, and transient; only virtue is clear, and it cannot be destroyed by any force. —MARCUS TULLIUS CICERO

and new conditions of existence will spring up, to which other men will grow just as accustomed, and I shall not know about them, for I shall be no more!

I work, I want to do something, but I had forgotten it must all end; I had forgotten—death." He

Look at the sky, and at the earth, and think that all things pass. All of the mountains and rivers you see, and all the forms of life, and all creations of nature, all pass. Then you will understand the truth; you will see what remains, what does not pass. —BUDDHIST WISDOM