Quotes About Transience

I'm only leaving you for a handful of days, but it feels as though I'll be gone forever—- the way the door closes behind me with such solidity, the way my suitcase carries everything I'd need for an eternity of traveling light. I've left my hotel number on your desk, instructions about the dog and heating dinner. But like the weather front they warn is on its way with its switchblades of wind and ice, our lives have minds of their own.

There is a strange feeling of longing that I have always had, always a desire to be someplace better than where I am. But the world I want to enter is always disappearing before I get there.

Even dead, we bony creatures do our best to leave a mark-- if not a mask of beaten gold or a casket engraved with feathers, perhaps a richer concentration of fungus, a patch where grass is younger and thicker, a sunken place in a field.

A man wakes up and for a few moments he experiences everything exactly as it is. Jon wrote: A man wakes up and is lucid. It doesn't last long, though, he thought, that kind of lucidity. If it did you wouldn't be able to stand it, it would kill you. Let

We chase after ghosts and spirits and are left holding only memories and dreams. It's not that we want what we can't have; it's that we've held all we could want and then had to watch it slip away.

In itself it is nothing. Nothing but a book: parchment, colouring, ink. Yet the most perishable material is at the same time the most durable substance in the world…

Come! our world is done: For all the witchery of the world is fled, And lost all wanton wisdom long since won.

You loved to savor the present tense and were more conscious than anyone I have ever met that its every constituent is fleeting.

It was funny how tangled lives could become, how so many lives could brush against you only to disappear with the dawn.

Because one day of something wonderful is better than a forever of nothing special.

I do have a sense, and I've never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.

The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.

Bu akÅŸam, birdenbire kendimi biraz zavall? hissettim. Sonra geçti.

I said to myself: Perhaps there is nothing in the world I cling to as much as this feeling of adventure; but it comes when it pleases; it is gone so quickly and how empty I am once it has left. Does it, ironically, pay me these short visits in order to show me that I have wasted my life?

Cada día te pareces un poco más al cadáver que serás y yo te amo siempre.

How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?   Dr. Seuss

They didn't need to know a thing about me to decide that I had overstayed my time on planet Earth. I

People don't usually bother me very much, since they are, after all, only flesh and blood, and I know very well just how fragile and transitory that is. But

What lingered after them was not life, which always overcomes natural death, but the most trivial list of mundane facts: a clock ticking on a wall, a room dim at noon, and the outrageousness of a human being thinking only of herself.

To live in this world you must be able to do three things, to love what is mortal: to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it and when the time comes let it go

Such is life; and we are but as grass that is cut down, and put into the oven and baked.

Will it be the same in the future? Will the prized treasures of today be the cheap trifles of the day before? (Chapter VI)

Such is life; and we are but as grass that is cut down, and put into the oven and baked. To

Did he realized nothing would last, that sooner or later every last speck and smidgeon of matter would disapper?