Quotes About Transience

Not all relationships are meant to last forever, even when youre in love. Because some love stories are short stories.

Although, we know that our earthly journey will end soon, we continue chasing millions which we finally have to leave behind.

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

Life is like a bowl of ice-cream, it melts very quickly so enjoy it while it lasts.

No matter how vivid they were in life, no matter how brilliant, no matter the wonders they made, they came to dust and smoke. Meanwhile every petty and useless god would go on sucking down the bright air until the stars went dark.

Algunas personas son como constelaciones que sólo iluminan la tierra durante una estación.

would say, some people are like constellations that only touch the earth for a season.

There is no must to the life of a mortal, except death.

Some people are like constellations who only touch the earth for a season.

I lay back and tried not to think of the minutes passing. Just yesterday we had had a wealth of them. Now each was a drop of heartsblood lost.

Je lui dirais que certaines personnes sont comme des constellations qui ne touchent la terre que l'espace d'une saison.

All that smoke and savour rising so delicately from our altars. It leaves only ash behind.

Diría que algunas personas son como las constelaciones, que solo tocan la Tierra durante una Temporada

Next winter and next winter and next winter. In the mind they passed all slowly, like clouds across a summer sky, but a sudden call or turn of the head and they disappeared in a rush, shuttling quickly one after the last till nothing was left but a strangeness in the mind, a drop of thought that trembled and was gone, perhaps.

229. I am writing all this down in blue ink, so as to remember that all words, not just some, are written in water.

I was so happy renting in New York City for so long because renting—or at least the way I rented, which involved never lifting a finger to better my surroundings—allows you to let things literally fall apart all around you. Then, when it gets to be too much, you just move on.

I am writing all this down in blue ink, so as to remember that all words, not just some, are written in water.

She is hollowed out, her edges blurred and insubstantial. She might disintegrate, break apart, like a raindrop hitting a leaf.

This peace will leave us as a cluster of dust...

Remember yourself before all turns to dust

Porque escribir, como amar, es hijo de las nubes, que se deshacen si las atrapas.

Now, alone on the roof, Valentine looked at her shoes and wished people would either stay or go away, but not constantly coming back and leaving again.

The flower in the vase smiles, but no longer laughs.

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