Quotes About Transience

Never give permanent feelings to a temporary person...

Everything in this world is temporary, you can take nothing when our time ends,so enjoy every second of your life.

We are here. And then we are not here. For a little while, we are a story. ...layers of lived life...

there are times when one's life appears to be a stage. people come,people go. they come in order to go,& go with no intent of return. when they return,they return as one's past. a past that would make you feel that the present is false.

I held my breath and wished for that moment to last as long as it possibly could, because a waking dream is always more fleeting than a sleeping one.

We are nothing here but just candles burning in the wind.

You know, we are all graveyard traveller, and we get there only when we stop travelling.

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, "If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that." (James 4:13-15)

Everything on earth changes - we have no abiding city here - it is the experience of everybody. That it is God's will that we should part with what is dearest on earth - we ourselves change in many respects, we are not what we once were, we shall not remain what we are now.

A felicidade é como a gota De orvalho numa pétala de flor Brilha tranquila Depois de leve oscila E cai como uma lágrima de amor

But there was a salve for her wound: she could always die now, because she had drawn all her benefits from the apricot trees in autumn. Seeing them was her whole life compressed into an instant's dream.

Here are the tears of things; mortality touches the heart.

The best day… is the first to flee.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes.

A supervisor comes in and is gone in five weeks. Another one comes in. He likewise knows nothing about this job and has no intention to learn much about it, as he too will move on any day.

Thoughts on his own death, like the distant roll of thunder at a picnic.

The Nineteenth Century And After Though the great song return no more There's keen delight in what we have: The rattle of pebbles on the shore Under the receding wave.

But he calls down a blessing on the blossom of the may, Because it comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away.

I heard the old, old man say, "Everything alters, And one by one we drop away." They had hands like claws, and their knees Were twisted like the old thorn trees By the waters. I heard the old, old man say, "All that is beautiful drifts away Like the waters.

We sat as silent as a stone, We knew, though she'd not said a word, That even the best of love must die, And had been savagely undone Were it not that Love upon the cry Of a most ridiculous little bird Tore from the clouds his marvellous moon.

Zira güzellik bu dünyaya ait olmad???n? bilelim diye bizim aylakl?k ettiÄŸimiz yerde sürer üzünç dolu hayat?n?.

Cast a cold eye on life, on death Horseman pass by