Quotes About Transience

The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.

La fotografia è una lezione d'impermanenza.

La gloire, c'est comme la gouache, ça prend très vite puis ça part à la première goutte de pluie.

Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.

This body is a tent which for a space Does the pure soul with kingly presence grace; When he departs, comes the tent-pitcher, Death, Strikes it, and moves to a new halting-place.

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show.

We are white dew drops; If we lay ourselves just as we are On the maple leaves, We are red beads.

The flowers withered,Their color faded away,While meaninglesslyI spent my days in the worldAnd the long rains were falling.

However wildly this year's cherry blossoms bloom, I'll see them with the plum's scent filling my heart.

The cherry blossoms have faded now in hue - gazing emptily upon the long spring rains, I too know what it is to age.

The flowers and my love, Passed away under the rain, While I idly looked upon them: Where is my yester-love?

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

En mi existencia ya no existe la felicidad o el sufrimiento. Todo pasa.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes.

What is one man's life compared to the eternity of time and space? No more than a snowflake that glitters in the sun for a moment before melting into the flow of time.

A vida é um sopro.

You are a guesthouse and your guests for but a few days are alternatively sorrows and joys.

Every thing-become is mortal. Not only peoples, languages, races and Culture are transient.

Where grave philosophers have watched the setting sun die out of the sky, as the glories of their own youth have died away unvalued, till lost for ever. Where ascetic reading-men have mooned along its banks blind to all the loveliness of the water-lily below, or the clouds above, as they took their constitutional and pondered their prize essay.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe a moment that never was before and never will be again

When you hear pleasant or unpleasant words, understand them to be an empty resounding, like an echo. When you encounter severe misfortune and misery, understand it to be a temporary occurrence, a deluded experience. Recognize that the innate nature is never apart from you... (p. 29)

love might be forever but life was not.