Quotes About Transience

When you see a great black cloud in a stormy sky, it seems so solid that you could sit on it. But when you approach it, there's nothing to grab on to; it is only vapor and wind. The experience of anger is like having a high fever. It is a temporary condition, and you do not need to identify with it. The more you look at anger in this manner, the more it evaporates under your gaze, like white frost under the sun's rays.

The now that passes produces time, the now that remains produces eternity.

Nous ne nous ménageons même pas une heure de réflexion sur cent heures de divertissement. Tout au plus quelques instants, lorsque des bouleversements affectifs ou professionnels nous font « remettre les choses en question ». Mais comment, et pour combien de temps ? Profitons-nous vraiment de ces occasions pour regarder en face le bien-fondé des certitudes fragiles, la nature éphémère des sentiments et des attachements ?

Muista poika, että tämän päivän kapinallinen on huomispäivän pieru

Totul trece, de fapt, atât de repede È™i, pe m?sur? ce înaint?m în vârst?, descoperim c? toate au o importan?? mult mai mic? decât consideram noi la început... iar la cap?t, È™tim c? ne aÈ™teapt? odihna È™i somnul, È™i nimeni nu ne va deÈ™tepta.

Povera camera, sei mai stata abitata? Come fa freddo qui, come ti abito poco. Ci sto forse per cancellare tutte le tracce del mio soggiorno? Di nuovo, di nuovo, camminando e rimanendo sempre qui, un altro paese, altre città, altre strade, lo stesso paese.

While listening to a piece of beautiful music: impressions that this movement which is beginning is already at its end, that it is going to have been, or sinking into the future that we hold as well as the past—though we cannot say exactly what it will be. Anticipated Retrospection—retrograde movement in futuro: it is descending toward me already made.

The photograph keeps open the instants which the onrush of time closes up forthwith; it destroys the overtaking, the overlapping, the metamorphosis of time.

My facea negative in the slatewindow,I sitin a litcorridor that racesthrough a darkone.Riding the "A" [1963]

Sve ce proci. Ali, kakva je to utjeha? Proci ce i radost, proci ce i ljubav, proci ce i zivot. Zar je nada u tome da sve prodje?

Hiljadu ne?ijih sre?nih ?asaka bi?e kao ovaj, ali ovaj nikada više. Hiljadu tu?ih ljubavi bi?e kao ova, ali ova nikad više.

Hiljadu ne?ijih sre?nih ?asaka bi?e kao ovaj, ali ovaj nikada više. Hiljadu tu?ih ljubavi bi?e kao ova, ali ova nikada više. Nikada: jedina kona?nost.

Puis, titubants, nous émergeâmes de l'ombre épaisse dans une autre moins dense, je compris que c'était la nuit, passagère - ce qui n'est pas éternel est si beau -, la nuit et la pluie d'été, je voulus tendre les mains pour qu'elle me lave de la boue souterraine, pour qu'elle éteigne ma fièvre, mais mes bras pendaient inertes, inutiles.

then I just closed my eyes and watched the blossom petals fall and

New teachers were just a part of life, for a few days after one arrived, squawks of interest were emitted from various corners, but then they died away as the teacher was absorbed like everyone else...before you knew it, the fresh ones seemed to have been teaching there forever too, or else they didn't last very long, and were gone before you'd gotten to know them.

The present could never be held, it did not allow it.

How was it, Cory kept thinking, that when a person died they were no longer anywhere? You could search the entire world and never find them. It was one thing for a body to stop working and be carted away under a sheet; it was another thing for the sense of that person to evaporate. The textural and indisputable sense, as strong but as hard to pinpoint as a gas.

Omnia Mundi Fumus et Umbra

Omnia Mundi Fumus et Umbra All in the World is Smoke and Shadow –Latin motto

Good things, by their nature, are fleeting. It's those that bring us grief that linger.

Love is always real, even when it doesn't last.

It couldn't last forever. It wasn't meant to. So at last I rolled onto my side to face him. I let myself drink in the lines and curves of his face.

Time doesn't obey our commands. You cannot make it holy just because it is disappearing.

*Every man's life is a train made of straw which tries to move on a track made of fire! The very next stop is ashes and dust.