Quotes About Transience

Live to revel in just another twilight. Life may sink and disappear along with the sunset never to rise again

If seeing her an hour before her lastWeak cough into all blackness I could yetBe held by chalk-white

Any day could be your last day of existence?

The only thing you must do, flesh-child, is die. The rest is but a trick of light in the foam on the waves.

No mark survives this place: you too will yieldto unmemory.

Most people are ennobled by the actual presence of death. But how long do you suppose this nobility will last in him?

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

If nothing lasts then everything has meaning. If everything dies that means we actually live.

Death is every mortal's life to be alive!

Everyone dies young.

In life, nobody gets out alive.

Death of destiny: dust

One day, while life is being incredible and interesting, I'm going to die.

[W]hen the pleasure is at the sweetest, death is the nearest (461)[.]

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval. The dark background which death supplies brings out the tender colors of life in all their purity.

Life may be scaryBut it's only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.from: Antinatalism A Thought Experiment

Life may be scaryBut it's only temporary.And this is perhaps the most comforting conclusion to be reached if one discounts the possibility of meaning.

We are bound to expireEven metal which is sturdiest, Rusts.Even oxygen, the breath of life, Soon transpires.8/6/11 -Luis Medina

Everything that is born will eventually die and everything that is created will eventually be destroyed.

The bell tolling not for us, it's time for bluebells.

I'd never understood why anyone would want to live forever. It had always seemed to me that death lent life a certain poignancy, a necessary tension.

Man that is born of a woman hath but a short time to live and is full of misery. He cometh up and is cut down like a flower he fleeth as it were a shadow and never continueth in one stay.

St. Teresa of Avila described our life in this world as like a night in a second-class hotel.

My ambition is limited to the desire to capture something transient, and yet, this ambition is excessive.