Quotes About Transience

We are not special. We are lit from within by a single candle flame and when that flame is blown out and all light leaves our eyes it is the same as if we never existed at all. We don't own our life. We rent it.

Happiness comes in moments, and then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness'"—Val winked—"'sadness settles in.

Guy in prison says to me once, he says, 'Happiness comes in moments, and then it's gone until the next time. Could be years. But sadness'"—Val winked—"'sadness settles in.

We are not special. We are lit from within by a single candle flame, and when that flame is blown out and all light leaves our eyes, it is the same as if we never existed at all. We don't own our life, we rent it.

The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless--just workin our way toward home.

The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless--just working our way toward home.

Flour and yolk and cream are all coarse- of the earth. But sugar and air and vanilla are elements of the firmament. Avis used to tell her kids: Sweets should be an evanescence, cakes and pies represent minutes, cookies and milles-feuilles are seconds, meringues are moments.

Hodie mihi cras tibi, said the inscription. Sic transit gloria mundi. My turn today, yours tomorrow. And thus passes away the glory of the world.

The colors of living things begin to fade with the last breath, and the soft, springy skin and supple muscle rot within weeks. But the bones sometimes remain, faithful echoes of the shape, to bear some last faint witness to the glory of what was.

Hodie mihi cras tibi. Sic transit gloria mundi.

We come and go from mystery and, in between, we try to forget.

It's only a moment, but ye feel as though it will last forever. Strange, is it no? he said thoughtfully. Ye can almost see the light go as ye watch - and yet there's no time ye can look and say 'Now! Now it's night.

Man is like the grass that withers and is thrown into the fire; he is like the sparks that fly upward Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and his place will know him no more

And his place shall know him no more.

I'm dying always.

I don't have thoughts of an afterlife. I think dying is like when you swat a fly - it's over.

Fashion is something which is non-lasting; it's ephemeral.

Everything that we love will, at some point, be taken away from us. If I think about everyone I love eventually being taken away from me by death, or simply by getting lost from each other in the world, it makes me value them much more now.

The innumerable phenomena of life are temporary manifestations of LifeParticles.Once we know that everything comes and goes in a flux of LifeParticles, we can watch ourselves and the world with tranquility.

A free soul can truly be at rest. Only a free soul can see the world as it is, superficial and fleeting.

Estar en la cumbre es estar seguro de que el futuro no será nuestro por mucho que el presente lo sea, pero no deja de ser bello.

I can see the young man on dizzily autumn mornings, the fog of which he inhaled just like the rapidly evaporating freedom.

All things pass, but the poor remain. We are the people of the Apokalis. Tomorrow there will be more of us.

Ultimately all the paper in the world is charred by fire or melted by water, since they douse fire with water.