Quotes About Transience

A vida dura o tempo de umas marcas de garra na areia.

Å»ycie, cho?by i dÅ'ugie, zawsze bÄ™dzie krótkie.

La vida dura unos cuantos rasguños en la arena

Life, you're beautiful (I say) you just couldn't get more fecund, more befrogged or nightingaley, more anthillful or spoutsprouting,,, Oh how grassy is this hopper, how this berry ripely rasps... I tug at life by its leaf hem: will it stop for me, just once, momentarily forgetting to what end it runs and runs

Lata rozpadajÄ… siÄ™ na miesiÄ…ce, miesiÄ…ce na dni, dni na godziny, minuty na sekundy, a sekundy przeciekajÄ…. Czym jestem? Jestem pewna iloÅ›ciÄ… sekund - które przeciekÅ'y. Rezultat: nic. Nic.

Ein Mensch stirbt. Und? Nichts weiter. Der Wind weht weiter. Die Elbe quasselt weiter. Die Straßenbahn klingelt weiter.

El orgullo es como un caramelo que se acaba pronto.

Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by

This tiny habitation on wheels, with bit parts of the living room, the washroom, and the fireplace, is a pathetic admission that human life is no more than this: an attempt to feel at home while racing towards oblivion. He

You bring joy and pain in equal measure. Joy because you are with me, but pain because it wont be for long.

Reality escapes us. It's beyond description, even a simple pear. Time eats everything.

Primavara - ca orice inceput - este o deficienta de vesnicie.

Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers: but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes.

As soon as you discover the truth it's already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it's not.

Before her birth was she an idea? Before her birth was she dead? And after her birth she would die? What a thin slice of watermelon.

Every thing has an instant in which it is. I want to grab hold of the is of the thing. These instants passing through the air I breathe: in fireworks they explode silently in space.

It was darker, all she could see of him was a shadow. He was fading more and more, slipping through her hands, dead at the bottom of sleep.

Mesmo sofrer era bom porque enquanto o mais baixo sofrimento se desenrolava também se existia — como um rio a parte. E também se podia esperar o instante que vinha... que vinha... e de súbito se precipitava em presente e de repente se dissolvia... e outro que vinha... que vinha...

Do zero ao infinito vou caminhando sem parar. Mas ao mesmo tempo tudo é tão fugaz. Eu sempre fui e imediatamente não era mais.

É preciso que se saiba. É preciso que se saiba. Que a vida é curta. Que a vida é curta.

Everything—absolutely everything—that comes into existence will pass away.

Suleika knows that she is only a passing moment, the crest of a wave or the hem of a cloud, but she is soberly content to be, do an instant, the embodiment of that flow.

The snow is tending toward nothingness.

People appear and disappear in an instant. No magic or wizardry in the real world of living.