Quotes About Transience

And God stands winding His lonely horn,And time and the world are ever in flight.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.

We and the labouring world are passing by: Amid men's souls, that waver and give place Like the pale waters in their wintry race, Under the passing stars, foam of the sky, Lives on this lonely face.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

But is there any comfort to be found? Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?

One had a lovely face, And two or three had charm, But charm and face were in vain Because the mountain grass Cannot but keep the form Where the mountain hare has lain. - Memory

Old age isa flight of smallcheeping birdsskimmingbare treesabove a snow glaze.

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief;

Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

The sleek, expensive girls I teach,Younger and pinker every year,Bloom gradually out of reach.

I came alone and I go as a stranger. The instant which has passed in power has left only sorrow behind it. I have not been the guardian and protector of the Empire. Life, so valuable, has been squandered in vain. God was in my heart but I could not see him. Life is transient. The past is gone and there is no hope for the future. The whole imperial army is like me: bewildered, perturbed, separated from God, quaking like quicksilver.

Yisterday fair up sprang the flouris,This day thai are all slane with schouris;And fowles in forrest that sang cleirNow walkis with a drery cheir;Full caild are baith thair beddis and bouris.

As dust that drives, as straws that blow,Into the night go one and all.

A hotel isn't like a home, but it's better than being a house guest.

mementos of this world, in which the things worth being were so easily exchanged for the things worth having.

Unhappy man he, that hath no surer portion than what this variable world will afford him. The

Every day he thought would last forever, and the night forever, and the dawn drag eternally another long and empty day to light forever; yet they sped away, the day, the night...

Leaves move in the windows. I cannot tell you yet how beautiful it is, what it means. But they do move. They move in the glass.

La realidad externa es una realidad, pero nada más que superficial; en un nivel más profundo la verdad es que todo el universo, animado o inanimado, es un estado constante de devenir, de surgir y desaparecer. Cada uno de nosotros es, de hecho, una corriente de partículas subatómicas en cambio constante, junto a las cuales los procesos de consciencia, percepción, sensación y reacción cambian todavía más rápidamente que el proceso físico.

All natural goods perish. Riches take wings; fame is a breath; love is a cheat; youth and health and pleasure vanish.

The walls were dun and featureless, the furniture was arranged with all the homeyness of a second-hand sale-room and clothes were littered everywhere. It wasn't a room so much as a suitcase with doors.

Some say this evanescence helps focus our attention. They claim that we listen more closely when we know we only have one chance, one fleeting moment to grasp something, and as a result our enjoyment is deepened.

Rage is a candle, it will always burn out.

I am a war cry, bold and brash. I am kindling. I am ash, an evanescent glory.