Quotes About Transience

Do not exaggerate to stay lonely! Do not exaggerate to stay in the crowds! Come and go, from one to another! Spend not long time in either of them!

God made man mortal and to consol this transitory creature He gave him an immortal toy called Art!

Moments fly, memories remain; and then memories fly, only memoirs remain and finally memoirs disappear, nothing remains!

Our chair will remain empty one day, but our ideas will continue to sit on that chair! However in the very distant future, there will remain neither chair nor ideas! All will disappear!

Our mind is like a fog; even a moderate wind disperses it easily.

There is always something sad about the trams, may be because they are like our lives: They appear from nothingness and disappear in the horizon of the crowds.

Today's warm houses will be the cold ruins in the very distant future!

We are the visitors in the lives of others; we visit them and we disappear!

We must always think about death, because death always thinks about us!

Always living for a better tomorrow or running from a numbing past, we inhabit this present moment like a shabby motel on the way to somewhere else. In doing this, we cheapen and degrade our only possession, which is simply this moment and right here and now. If pressed, we really couldn't say where it is that we're in such a rush to get to.

Luna moths have no mouths or stomachs. They do not eat, and only live about one week. Where to Find It As soon as the female comes out of the cocoon in April or June, she searches for a tree with leaves her offspring can eat. Many different trees could be food for her caterpillars. So you may find her on walnut, hickory, oak, birch, alder, sweet gum or persimmon trees.

I tot el que quedaria, potser, seria només un senyal de peus molls damunt la terra per on hauria fugit corrent; d'aquells peus que s'enduien al damunt una cosa tendra i tèbia que m'hauria ajudat a viure i a dormir i a respirar...

Qui sap fins a quin punt som morts quan morim.

I'd never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Sve ?e pro?i. Ali, kakva je to utjeha? Pro?i ?e i radost, pro?i ?e i ljubav, pro?i ?e i život. Zar je nada u tome da sve pro?e?

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. Prvi put znam šta je sre?a, osje?am je, vidim, mirišem. Cio svijet i cijela vasiona, nas troje. Nikog drugog osim nas nema.

Lhe doía esse simples ensinamento: tudo é terminável, até o futuro.

how fragile and fleeting life is in the relentless flow of minor necessities that make up day-to-day existence.

The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.

Los Angeles was the kind of place where everybody was from somewhere else and nobody really droppped anchor. It was a transient place. People drawn by the dream, people running from the nightmare. Twelve million people and all of them ready to make a break for it if necessary. Figuratively, literally, metaphorically -- any way you want to look at it -- everbody in L.A. keeps a bag packed. Just in case.

Three generations of Communism had come close to obliterating the concept of Sabbath rest. Though it lingered in other forms, stripped of the sacred, its role as a major signpost pounded into the ground of history had largely disappeared. It no longer pointed to the transience of man's estate, nor to the Resurrection, nor to eternal destinations. Thus, the days rolled into one another without much difference.

El hombre es un extraño y un residente temporal. Su existencia es inefablemente hermosa... y peligrosa. Está colmada de misterios que suplican ser descifrados.

Nada dura para siempre. Ni la risa, ni la lujuria, ni siquiera la vida en sí. Para siempre, no. Por eso le sacamos el máximo jugo a lo que tenemos.