Quotes About Transience

I'm recording our history now on the bedroom wall, and when we leave the landlord will come and paint over it all.

When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.

This world is not my home, I'm just a passing through.

Seeing that nothing is solid or permanent you begin to make yourself at home in the unknown.

I'm always on a train or a plane, so wherever I happen to be is home.

The world's thy ship and not thy home.

We are pilgrims, not settlers; this earth is our inn, not our home.

My name is Carter Kane. I'm fourteen and my home is a suitcase.

the earth is not my home, I'm just passing by

The year is ended, and it only adds to my age; Spring has come, but I must take leave of my home. Alas, that the trees in this eastern garden, Without me, will still bear flowers.

I travel a lot and rarely make it home to Seattle.

Mortalhood is a fine state to visit, but you'd better not call it home.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

My life has become like a bus, and I'm just watching it pass by

The sky and the sun are always there. It's the clouds that come and go.

In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.

Only imagination that towers can reproduce evanescence and render rigidity flexible.

Nothing lasts forever. But the thing is, you can reuse some. Use your mind. - Leo's Mother, The Lost Hero

What is the world full of? It is full of things that arise, persist, and cease. Grasp and cling to them, and they produce suffering. Don't grasp and cling to them, and they do not produce suffering.

Learn to hold loosely all that is not eternal.

These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.

Consider pleasures as they depart, not as they come.

To be immortal and then die

The world you experience, every day and night of your life, is transient. They only last for the blink of an eye, and then they dissolve back into that unknowable and formless eternity.