Quotes About Transience

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them

It means that money is ephemeral, moving from person to person," Hamood said. "It's a tool. Don't let it get into your heart or your soul." Mokhtar spent a year with Hamood

flake hit the sidewalk and then melted almost immediately. Lancaster

Everyone's lonely, dear," she explained, drawing him close to her. "We touch other people only briefly, then we're alone again. You'll get used to it in time.

Somos turistas en este mundo.

yo también estoy de paso por esta vida, por eso no pierdo mi tiempo entreteniendo con cosas materiales y prefiero vivir humildemente.

That everything is on fire, slow fire, and we're all less than a million breaths away from an oblivion more total than we can even bring ourselves to even try to imagine.

a thing among things, its self's soul so much vapor aloft, falling as rain and then rising, the sun up and down like a yoyo.

When something large and oncoming passed, the windshield's big rectangle was for a moment incandesced and opaque with water, which the wipers heaved mightily to displace.

I can remember watching large, tentative, individual flakes of snow falling and blowing around aimlessly in the wind generated by the train through the window of the CTA commuter line from Lincoln Park back up to Libertyville, and thinking, 'This is my crude approximation of a human life.

He didn't reject the idea so much as not react to it and watch as it floated away.

Beyond that elfin face, the steady eyes, there was something breathing, something that was fed blood from a tiny heart beating under pointed breasts. But is was cobweb under the fingers. Cobweb in the woods that touches the face and disappears under the fingers.

A lady who sets her heart upon a lad in uniform must prepare to change lovers pretty quickly, or her life will be but a sad one.

The best ink for Vanity Fair use would be one that faded utterly in a couple of days, and left the paper clean and blank, so that you might write on it to somebody else.

Our revels now are ended. These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on, and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

Thou know'st 'tis common; all that lives must die, Passing through nature to eternity.

These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.

We will all laugh at gilded butterflies.

Mañana, y mañana, y mañana se arrastra con paso mezquino día tras día hasta la sílaba final del tiempo escrito, y la luz de todo nuestro ayer guió a los bobos hacia el polvo de la muerte. ¡Apágate, apágate breve llama! La vida es una sombra que camina, un pobre actor que en escena se arrebata y contonea y nunca más se le oye. Es un cuento que cuenta un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que no significa nada.

Shine out fair sun, till I have bought a glass, That I may see my shadow as I pass.

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day, Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away!

Why, what is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust? And, live we how we can, yet die we must.