Quotes About Transience

Çok mutluyum, mutluluk benim için bir hastal?k gibidir, beni yorar ve bir dü? gibi silinip gitmesinden korkar?m.

Les belles âmes ne peuvent pas rester longtemps en ce monde. Comment les grands sentiments s'allieraient-ils, en effet, à une société mesquine, petite, superficielle ?

He will show you how, during the springtime of life, illusions, innocent hopes, silver threads of gossamer, descend from heaven and return there without ever touching the earth.

Beauty doesn't keep, but rots like apples.

For he realized at last that the spiritual balm he had always found in silent things was simply the assurance that the passions and agonies of man were without meaning, roots, or duration - no more part of the permament background of the world than the curls of blue smoke that from time to time were wafted through the valley from the autumn bonfires of weeds and rubbish, and that he could see winding like blue wraiths in and out of the foilage of the trees.

No verse can give pleasure for long, nor last, that is written by drinkers of water.

We are but dust and shadow.

Dum loquimur invida aetas fugerit. (While we talk, hostile time flies away)

This life is but a pilgrimage.

The fog was made more beautiful by its passing, like flags in the spring; like the last drone of cicadas in a dying summer; like the brief yellow of hickories, the purple of sweetgums, in the fall. You loved most the things that passed away, that you couldn't hold on to, no matter how much you loved them.

That was what was cruel about superficial change: it exposed what could never change.

any given moment can suddenly fill you with a sense of elegiac anticipation.

Das Leben flieht wie Sand dahin, Doch schwer umkehret sich der Sinn.

Ein sonderbar Ding ist die Zeit. Wenn man so hineinlebt, ist sie rein gar nichts. Aber dann auf einmal, dann spürt man nichts als sie.

Um homem que morre aos trinta e cinco anos é em cada momento da sua vida um homem que morrerá aos trinta e cinco anos. A isso Goethe chamava 'enteléquia

I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and amongst those exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

There is no medicine to be found for a life which has fled.

One day we will all wear a garment which has no pockets...

Treat this world as I do, like a wayfarer; like a horseman who stops in the shade of a tree for a time, and then moves on.

Nosotros y todas nuestras existencias son no-entidades. Tú eres el ser absoluto cuya apariencia es transitoria.

Una escuela sufi nace para florecer y desaparecer, no para dejar vestigios de un ritual mecánico o interesantes restos antropológicos.

Trata a este mundo como yo; como un caminante, un jinete que se detiene a la sombra de un árbol por un tiempo, y luego prosigue su camino.

We and all our existences are non-entities. Thou art the absolute being whose appearance is transitory.