Quotes About Transience

Nobody is saying that these people do not ultimately cease to be. And Sometimes their passings are even more painful than ours. It is just that so often they live till their hair is white. They make excellent corpses, among the expensive flowers … Nobody

The walls were bare wood now, unadorned by the maps and photographs. All that remained was the thumbtacks, which protruded in all directions, tilting like gravestones in a forgotten cemetery.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and silence. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

though we belong to this country as much as this country belongs to us, we only move through its rooms as momentary visitors, projecting our ideas on its walls, that the best we can do is live a good life, perhaps add a couple replicas of ourselves...

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, / And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

And yet suddenly, terribly, he wanted it again, the way it used to be, arms linked together, all drunk and singing beautifully into the night, with visions of death from the afternoon and dreams of death in the coming dawn, the night filled with a monstrous and temporary glittering joy, fat moments, thick seconds dropping like warm rain, jewel after jewel.

and he was young and joyful and in love and his sweetie was here with him, and she loved him, too. All the world was theirs and bright with possibility. So it couldn't last. Who the fuck cared?

The ceaseless labour of your life is to build the house of death.

O kadar az yaÅŸad?m ki sanki hiç ölmeyecekmiÅŸim gibi düÅŸünme eÄŸilimindeyim; insan hayat?n?n bu kadarc?k bir ÅŸeye indirgenmesi gerçek olamazm?? gibi geliyor bana; elinizde olmadan, er ya da geç bir ÅŸey olacak diye hayal ediyorsunuz. Büyük hata. Bir hayat pekâlâ da boÅŸ ve k?sa olabilir. Günler ne bir iz ne bir an? b?rakmadan sefil bir ÅŸekilde ak?p gider; ve sonra bir anda duruverir.

The human race will disappear. Other races in turn will appear and disappear. The skies will be glacial and empty, traversed by the feeble light of half-dead stars. These too will disappear. Everything will disappear. And human actions are as free and as stripped of meaning as the unfettered movements of the elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, sentiments? Pure 'Victorian fictions.' All that exists is egotism. Cold, intact, and radiant.

In this apartment, as in his whole life now, he knew he would always feel as though he were staying in a hotel.

Certains lundis de la toute fin novembre, ou du début de décembre, surtout lorsqu'on est célibataire, on a la sensation d'être dans le couloir de la mort. Les vacances d'été sont depuis longtemps oubliées, la nouvelle année est encore loin ; la proximité du néant est inhabituelle.

Elementi savremene savesti nisu prilago?eni smrtnoj prirodi ?ovekovoj.

hän on vain kuolevainen, aivan kuten me kaikki olemme tähän saakka olleet, tilapäinen molekyylien yhdistelmä. Sanokaamme, että tässä tapauksessa yhdistelmä oli viehättävä, mutta se ei ole sen pysyvämpi kuin huurrekuvio, joka katoaa ilman lämmetessä...

La vie qui s'en va en riant / Remplir des entités nouvelles, / La vie n'a pas duré longtemps, / La fin de journée est si belle.

Un coup de gel soudain pouvait à tout instant les anéantir.

He doesn't know it yet, but the infinity of childhood is brief.

All in all, airport shops still form part of the national culture; but a part that is safe, attenuated, and wholly adapted to global consumption. For the traveler at the end of his journey, it is a halfway house, less interesting and less frightening than the rest of the country. I had an inkling that, more and more, the whole world would come to resemble an airport.

Durante la primera parte de tu vida, no te das cuenta de tu felicidad hasta que la has perdido. Luego llega una edad, una segunda edad, en que sabes, en cuanto empiezas a vivir algo feliz, que acabarás perdiéndolo

He doesn't know it yet, but the infinity of childhood is brief.

S?cak yaz günlerimi üst üste s?ralanm?? dallar?nda rüzgar?n ninnisini dinleyerek geçirdiÄŸim iki ulu köknar?n ortadan yok oluÅŸu dikkatimi çekiyor. Onlar da ha! Oysa ben onlar? kal?c?, y?k?lmaz san?rd?m.- O, ErmiÅŸler Bayram? Mantar?.

No thought is born in me that does not bear the image of death.

Love makes the time pass, but time makes love pass, too.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.