Quotes About Transience

At each flash of lightning not only the Milky Way but the bright stars also disappeared, but as soon as the lightning died out they reappeared in the same places, as if thrown by some unerring hand.

When my heart is broken as usual over someone's evanescent beauty and design after design they fade like kingdoms with no writing

La mano di lei era appoggiata sul suo braccio come neve su una foglia, pronta a scivolare via quando si fosse mosso.

There's something about these obscure vignettes of former lives that's very powerful. Our woods are full of old cellar holes, tumbled-down chimneys, ancient scraggly lilacs absurdly tall still stretching toward the light.

Even evils are transitory. So where to battle?

You can't put a dent in impermanence.

Plover's words were like dried flowers, stiff and crumbling, crushed flat between pages, when we'd had the living, blooming blossoms all around

It was ending too soon, the way everything did, everything except Ebola viruses and really bad people like psychopaths. Those things never ended.

Couldn't she see that they were all dying, that everything was futile, that the only thing to do was to live and drink and fuck whatever and whomever while you still could?

He showed her a wonderful garden, where all the thoughts and feelings that had ever been thought and felt existed in the form of plants, blooming and green as they passed through people's minds and lived in their hearts, and then drying up and turning brown and crisp as they passed out of mind, sometimes to bloom again in another season, sometimes gone forever.

We're all ghosts here, you just don't look like one yet.

He showed her a wonderful garden, where all the thoughts and feelings that had ever been thought and felt existed in the form of plants, blooming and green as they passed through people's minds and lived in their hearts, and then drying up and turning brown and crisp as they passed out of mind, sometimes to bloom again in another season, sometimes gone forever. It

As everything ages and passes away, may each of us be kind to ourselves; As everything ages and passes away, may each of us accept joy and sorrow; As everything ages and passes away, may each of us be happy and at peace.

My life consists of intense focus on urgent areas of development, and then abandonment of that focus shortly afterwards.

If I'm not using something, I tend to sell it and move on, so I'm not too sentimental about hardware synths.

I'll often get obsessed with something for about three days, and I'll be utterly into it, and I'll read every single thing about it possible. And then three days later, I'll just forget about it, and I'll be onto something else.

If circumstances change, your decisions can change. Decisions are temporary.

Everything comes to an end. A good bottle of wine, a summer's day, a long-running sitcom, one's life, and eventually our species. The question for many of us is not that everything will come to an end but when. And can we do anything vaguely useful until it does?

Life's not what you think. It's like water – the young let it slip through their fingers without thinking. Shut your hands, Antigone, shut them tight and hold it back. You'll see – it'll turn into something small and hard that you can sit and munch in the sun.

But the object cannot be allowed to escape from ephemerality or from fashion.

Everything one does in life, even love, occurs in an express train racing toward death. To smoke opium is to get out of the train while it is still moving. It is to concern oneself with something other than life or death.

Each day in the mirror I watch death at work.

?udo, ako potraje, prestaje da bude ?udo.Zato privi?enja tako brzo i nestaju.

It probably wouldn't last. It never does. But it would come back around again. That's how life works. And that's why it's important to treasure the peaceful times-so you can persevere through the other kind.