Quotes About Transience

Maybe there is some solace to be derived in that: bacchanal or funeral, after enough time, the detritus looks the same.

My father reminds me that according to Midrash - the ever-evolving commentary upon the Hebrew scriptures - when you arrive in the world as a baby, your hands are clenched, as though to say, Everything is mine. I will inherit it all. When you depart from the world, your hands are open, as though to say, I have acquired nothing from the world.

Wohin mit all dem, wenn ich tot bin? Ich glaube, ich hätte lieber die Erinnerung eines Grashalms am Straßenrand, an dem alle vorübergehen, eines Grashalms, den nie wieder einer sieht, bis er eines Tages abgemäht oder ausgerupft wird. Oder einfach vertrocknet.

All Americans come from Ohio originally, if only briefly.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

Life is a train ride, and at the many stations along the route, people important to us debark, never to get aboard again, until by the end of the journey, we sit in a passenger car where most of the seats are empty.

Everything and everyone we treasured in this world comes to an end. I loved the world not for itself but for the marvelous gift that it was, and my only hope against eventual despair was to love something larger than the world, larger even than a near-infinite sparkling universe full of worlds.

she understood as never before that home wasn't a place but rather a place in the heart. In this troubled world, everything was transient except what we could carry with us in our minds and hearts. Every home ceased to be a home sooner or later, but not with its demolition. It survived destruction as long as just one person who had loved it still lived. Home was the story of what happened there, not the story of where it happened.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last...

Solitude is long. The joys that connect us leave almost no trace.

Día tras día el mundo me ha empequeñecido y hoy es el mundo el que se empequeñece en mí. Así es. La muerte triunfa poco a poco. Nos vamos acostumbrando. Nos vamos acostumbrando a la muerte.

In a gourd that had been handed down for three centuries, a flower that would fade in a morning.

Your mother was such a gentle person. I always feel when I see someone like her that I'm watching the last flowers fall. This is no world for gentle people.

When you die, there is nothing--only a life that will be forgotten. -from Gathering Ashes

Pero cuánto durará esta belleza? A las mujeres nos entristece pensar en eso

For such a tiny death, the empty eight-mat room seemed enormous.

La luce della cabina si spense. A bordo, l'odore di pesce e salsedine si fece più intenso. Nel buio, scaldato dal tepore del corpo del ragazzo, diedi libero sfogo alle lacrime. La mia mente era ormai acqua limpida che scivolava via goccia a goccia, mentre a me restava solo il dolce piacere di ciò che finisce e non lascia più nulla.

He wondered whether the flowing landscape was not perhaps symbolic of the passage of time.

I saw that nothing was permanent. You don't want to possess anything that is dear to you because you might lose it

hr?za se ze vÅ¡ech emocí, co jich na svÄ›tÄ› je, nejvíc vzpírá tomu, aby si ji ?lovÄ›k dokázal udržet déle než okamžik.

I've always been depressed by flowers when they wilt, drooping their dry heads to the jar with its foul-smelling water, giving off an air of neglect, better to look at an empty jar than one with a wilted bunch of flowers.

Some of dese mornin's and it won't be long, you gointuh wake up callin' me and Ah'll be gone.

I've spent my whole life in airports. I don't come home but every two and a half months, which is pretty crazy.

Ezek a penziólakók lezajlott vagy még zajló drámákat éreztettek; nem rivaldafényben, festett vásznak közt játszódó drámákat, hanem él? és néma drámákat, fagyos drámákat, amelyek forrón megdobogtatják a szívet, és sohasem múlnak el egészen.