Quotes About Transience

Ephemeral work made outside, for and about a day, lies at the core of my art and its making must be kept private.

And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.

I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and among those exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered.

We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then.

There was no time when I lived anywhere longer than two years. I was always a social outcast. Maybe I didn't care what people thought because I was like, 'Well, I probably won't stick around here for too long.'

Dat zou pas een boek zijn. Nog tijdens het lezen mag het papier verbrokkelen en rotten. Of nee, de inkt vergaat. Dat ware nog het mooist. Je bent onder aan een bladzijde, de duim waarmee je het boek vasthoudt, bevindt zich rechts onderaan, vlak onder het laatste woord, je blikt omhoog, naar de bladzijde die je net hebt gelezen, en de bovenste regel is al helemaal verdwenen, opgeslokt door de blankheid van zijn blad.

Yeah and it's over before you know it It all goes by so fast Yeah the bad nights take forever And the good nights don't ever seem to last

Believe it or not each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die

We're all just in our bodies for a moment in our life. Such a brave and lovely act it is to let the body celebrate.

the earth is not my home, I'm just passing by

On the outside it doesn't look like very much happened. A burned girl was in my class for a while. Once I brought her some homework. In class she said my name. Then she was gone. That's pretty much all that happened.

I am a wave on a shoreless sea. From no beginning I travel to no goal, Making my movements stillness. Constantly I am arriving And departing, Being born and dying. I am always with you And yet have never been.

Later on, Daisy let him take a shower, because he had been nice and because she had kind of enjoyed it. Then he was gone. He said he was going to show up in the morning and take her out for breakfast, but she blew him off. Another weirdo in her life, she didn't need. He was probably just bullshitting anyway. Daisy cleaned herself up, mailed herself a kiss in the mirror, and hit the streets.

Iš ties?, aš taip nebijau, kaip tur??iau bijoti. Ir ne tod?l, kad esu tikinti. Ne d?l mžino gyvenimo. O tod?l, kad žinau, jog viskas yra laikina, viskas praeina".

Being young is itself temporary, fragile, and ephemeral. You have to get through it - it has no other meaning.

I'm nothing but air and wind. I'm part of the blizzard.

There were little animals everywhere. They could turn up between the covers of a book, flattened and dead, for the fact is that creeping animals, tattered animals, and dead animals are with us all our lives, from beginning to end.

We move in and out of rooms, leaving Our dust, our voices pooled on sills. We hurry from door to door in a downpour Of days. Old trees inch up, their trunks thick With new rings. All that we see grows Into the ground. And all we live blind to Leans its deathless heft to our ears and sings.

At this, Constance sat down on a rock and covered her face. She seemed smaller than ever now - so small the harbor breeze might catch her up like a scrap of paper and carry her away, carry her into nowhere.

There's a limited number of Messengers, you see, and no guarantee that any will stay a Messenger.

Death and irrelevance are coming to all of us.

Sitting beside a deathbed, staring into the face of life's fragility, leaves us no secure corner to hide. It is always a powerful wake-up call.

No matter what we do in this life, all the information we gather and all the knowledge we accumulate and all the effort we make to amass wealth through work and business—when the time comes for us to leave this life, all of it is futile and in vain. It will not help us in any way whatsoever. I can easily say this since I am not educated at all! So I can smile and act big about this. Don't be angry, please.

Admit to yourself that your bad mood is hanging a cloud over everything you see, and remind yourself that your moods are not permanent. Your emotions change all the time, and low moods will pass if you allow them to.