Quotes About Transience

Behold,' said the Voice, 'earthly beauty. It is nothing but seeming, for to the uninstructed eye the world appears fruitful and sweet, yet in it is nothing but a pile of skulls, showing where others were lost as they went before.

very small and it will disappear. This

We don't like flowers that donot wilt; they must die, and nineshe-camel hairs aid memory.

Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.

le parole hanno una vita propria, come la gente o gli animali. Possono palpitare, svanire o amplificarsi. Passare attraverso le parole è come camminare attraverso la folla. Rimangono delle facce, delle sagome che si dileguano presto dal nostro ricordo, oppure si fissano, non si sa bene perché.

Let nothing disturb you nothing frighten you all things are passing God never changes.

Coffee is a fleeting moment and a fragrance.

One of the problems with writing a cookbook is that recipes exist in the moment.

There are no friends; only moments of friendship.

In each person I catch the fleeting suggestion of something beautiful and swear eternal friendship with that.

We all have to die, thats the beauty of life.

Nothing is lasting but change; nothing perpetual but death

In an ever changing world the life we live is temporal we should love each other and accept each other.

All natural goods perish. Riches take wings; fame is a breath; love is a cheat; youth and health and pleasure vanish.

Men, like peaches and pears, grow sweet a little while before they begin to decay.

Uite, daca-mi strang sufletul, nu se prinde nimic in el. Oricum, am ajuns departe, foarte departe. O mai fi ceva? Arborii cresc, le dau mugurii, le pica frunzele si se intreaba: o mai fi ceva? Oamenii iubesc, stau de vorba si mor. O mai fi ceva? Mortii tac. Scruteaza vesnicia si tac. Lasa iarba sa-i faca optimisti pana in toamna. Atunci mor din nou peste moartea lor veche, gramada. Si tac, si tac, si tac.

It taught me that the process was more important than the result, just as the performance means more to me than the object. I saw the process of making it and then the process of its unmaking. There was no duration or stability to it. It was pure process. Later on I read—and loved—the Yves Klein quote: "My paintings are but the ashes of my art.

Hay menos tiempo que lugar, no obstante, hay lugares que duran un minuto y para cierto tiempo no ha lugar.

Es casi ley, los amores eternos, son lo más breves.

No es la eternidad pero es el instante, que, después de todo, es su único sucedáneo verdadero.

Nunca había sido tan plenamente feliz como en ese momento, pero tenía la hiriente sensación de que nunca más volvería a serlo, por lo menos en ese grado, con esa intensidad.

Es casi ley, los amores eternos, son los más breves.

Hay una especie de reflejo automático en eso de hablar de la muerte y mirar en seguida el reloj.

Estoy seguro de que la cumbre es un breve segundo, un destello instantáneo, y no hay derecho a prórrogas".