Quotes About Transience

Most of our troubles are due to our passionate desire for and attachment to things that we misapprehend as enduring entities.

As an allegorical art, then, photography would represent our desire to fix the transitory, the ephemeral, in a stable and stabilizing image.

All is ephemeral - fame and the famous as well.

Glory is like a circle in the water

We often forget our dreams so speedily: if we cannot catch them as they are passing out at the door, we never set eyes on them again.

Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

I've never, ever had a job that lasted for more than a few months.

If you are lucky, you have your moment. But it is never more than a moment. You have to enjoy it while it lasts.

I'm hyper-focused on loss. But I know it's just the impermanence of being here.

When people ask me where I live, I say I live mainly on the road.

Morta? - repetiu Sophie. Ela teve o tolo impulso de acrescentar: Mas estava viva a uma hora! No entanto, se conteve, porque a morte é assim: as pessoas estão vivas até que morrem.

It begins to dawn on her that she is lackadaisical about other people. They are tremendously important to her for a time and then they are not. She begins to see her life in sections, as separate pockets of time and affiliation.

It doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come and go, and when they go, they're gone for good.

a single lupine exhalation could reduce it to rubble.

Miss Lea, it does not do to get attached to these secondary characters It's not their story. They come, they go, and when they go they're gone for good. That's all there is to it.

The storyteller gave me a sideways look. Miss Lea, it doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come and go, and when they're gone, they're gone for good. That is all there is to it.

No conviene encariñarse con los personajes secundarios. No es su historia. Vienen, se van, y una vez que se han ido ya no vuelven. Eso es todo.

but death so rapidly undoes a person, and the detail of her face was hard to recall in any ordinary way.

What are minnows but brief flashes? And what are thoughts? And how do you capture a brief flash, even for a second?

Cities collect people, stray and lost and deliberate arrivants.

The caravans bark but the dogs move on.

The thinness of contemporary life. I can poke my finger through it.

Sometimes I see something so moving I know I'm not supposed to linger. See it and leave. If you stay too long, you wear out the wordless shock. Love it and trust it and leave.

It is only me, the body in the shower, one person enclosed in plastic watching a drop of water skate down the wet curtain. The moment is there to be forgotten. This seems the ultimate point. It is a moment never to be thought of except when it is in the process of unfolding.