Quotes About Transience

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.

Those fools, the poets, compare a girl in the bloom of youth to a flower. But that's not right; flowers are too tough. A soap bubble would be better. A thing of wonder, too fragile to exist.

existence a temporary delusion—hadn

CHAMA E FUMO Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... Medita no que vais fazer: O fumo vem, a chama passa... Gozo cruel, ventura escassa, Dono do meu e do teu ser, Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... Tanto ele queima! e, por desgraça, Queimado o que melhor houver, O fumo vem, a chama passa... Paixão puríssima ou devassa, Triste ou feliz, pena ou prazer, Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... A cada par que a aurora enlaça, Como é pungente o entardecer! O fumo vem, a chama passa...

Es que habría que saber aceptar las cosas como se dan, y apreciar lo bueno que te pase, aunque no dure. Porque nada es para siempre.

From Thérèse's perspective, "they didn't think about death enough, and yet death had paid its visit to a great number of those whom I knew, the young, the rich, the happy

new peace and strength in my heart: "Life is your barque not your home!

Y, además, los mejores sentimientos acaban por desgastarse, todo se degrada.

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.

The charms of a passing woman are usually in direct relation to the speed of her passing.

Everything that seems imperishable tends to extinguishment.

To such beings, such fugitive beings, their own nature and our anxiety fasten wings. And even when they are with us the look in their eyes seems to warn us that they are about to take flight. The proof of this beauty itself, that wings add is that often, for us, the same person is alternately winged and wingless.

Like the fires caught and fixed by a great colourist from the impermanence of the atmosphere and the sun, so that they should enter and adorn a human dwelling, they invited me, those chrysanthemums, to put away all my sorrows and to taste with a greedy rapture during that tea-time hour the all-too-fleeting pleasures of November, whose intimate and mysterious splendour they set ablaze all around me.

No doubt my books too, like my mortal being, would eventually die, one day. But one has to resign oneself to dying. One accepts the thought that in ten years oneself, in a hundred years one's books, will not exist. Eternal duration is no more promised to books than it is to men.

Alle unsere endgültigen Entschlüsse werden in einem sehr vergänglichen Gemütszustand gefaßt.

El recordar una determinada imagen no es sino echar de menos un determinado instante, y las casas, los caminos, los paseos, desgraciadamente son tan fugitivos como los años

Sin embargo, he pintado con ternura los brazos de vuestras arañas, que han acariciado con una melancolía amorosa tantas cosas y tantos seres y ahora se han apagado para siempre.

Attachment to an object always brings death to the possessor.

De fantômes poursuivis, oubliés, recherchés à nouveau quelquefois pour une seule entrevue et afin de toucher à une vie irréelle laquelle aussitôt s'enfuyait, ces chemins de Balbec en étaient pleins.

Ce n'est jamais qu'à cause d'un état d'esprit qui n'est pas destiné à durer qu'on prend des résolutions définitives

It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, that we make our irrevocable decisions.

We rush through our days in such stress and intensity, as if we were here to stay and the serious project of the world depended on us. We worry and grow anxious; we magnify trivia until they become important enough to control our lives. Yet all the time, we have forgotten that we are but temporary sojourners on the surface of a strange planet spinning slowly in the infinite night of the cosmos.

Walk around feeling like a leaf. Know you could tumble any second, then decide what to do with your time.

If we could be mindful of how short our time is, we might learn how precious each day is.