Quotes About Transience

Ephemerals: That's what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I am an ephemeral. It made her feel like something passing and precious.

nothing lasts forever, not even time it self

Nothing human has ever mattered to this world. Nothing human has ever excited the interest of rivers or flowers. Everything fades away in the specks of this blurred haze that the fire of the sun has added to the heat of the light.

Ce sont tous les plaisirs du monde qui se retirent en nous disant adieu.

Croyez-vous qu'il n'y ait pas de souffrance à être du vent ? Quelquefois ce vent porte jusqu'à nous des bribes de musique. Quelquefois la lumière porte jusqu'à vos regards des morceaux de nos apparences.

What a pity. How the stars and seas and rivers in their fragile lace of fog go on without us morning after morning, year after year. And we disappear.

The only certainty life contains is death.

Baking is like washing--the results are equally temporary.

Take happiness where you can," he said. "It seldom lasts—'course, neither does sorrow, right?

Je crois qu'on entend encore dans les entrées d'immeubles l'écho des pas de ceux qui avaient l'habitude de les traverser et qui, depuis, ont disparu. Quelque chose continue de vibrer après leur passage, des ondes de plus en plus faibles, mais que l'on capte si l'on est attentif.

Une petite fille rentre de la plage, au crépuscule, avec sa mère. Elle pleure pour rien, parce qu'elle aurait voulu continuer de jouer. Elle s'eloigne. Elle a déjà tourné le coin de rue, et nos vies ne sont-elles pas aussi rapides à se dissiper dans le soir que ce chagrin d'enfant?

Strange people. The kind that leave the merest blur behind them, soon vanished. Hutte and I often used to talk about these traceless beings. They spring up out of nothing one fine day and return there, having sparkled a little. Beauty queens. Gigolos. Butterflies. Most of them, even when alive, had no more substance than steam which will never condense.

People don't come back any more. Haven't you noticed that, Monsieur?

Life is completely different when you live near a railway station. It feels as if you're just passing through. Everything is temporary. One day or another, you'll hop on a train.

And then the next fifteen years fell apart: a few blurry faces, a few vague memories, ashes...

In big cities, in the summertime, people of long since lost track of each other or who don't even know each other meet one evening on the terrace, and lose each other again. And none of it really matters.

Y si la felicidad consistía en esa embriaguez pasajera que experimentaba aquella tarde, entonces, por primera vez en mi vida, era feliz

Hutte was always saying that, in the end, we are all "beach men" and that "the sand"--I am quoting his own words-- keeps the traces of our footsteps only a few moment

La nuit tombe tôt et cela vaut mieux : elle efface la grisaille et la monotonie de ces jours de pluie où l'on se demande s'il fait vraiment jour et si l'on ne traverse pas un état intermédiaire, une sorte d'éclipsé morne, qui se prolonge jusqu'à la fin de l'après-midi.

He was haunted by what he called "fixed points." In this uninterrupted stream of women, men, children, and dogs that pass by and end up lost from sight among the streets, it would be nice to hold on to a face once in a while.

Và chúng tôi ch?ng h? x?ng ???c nh? v?y, tr? m?i cái s? x?ng ?áng mà tu?i tr? ban phát cho b?t kì ai trong m?t quãng th?i gian r?t ng?n, nh? m?t l?i th? m? h? ch?ng gi? ???c bao gi?

El éxtasis no dura mucho, sin embargo. No tiene porvenir. Pronto nuestro impulso es frenado en seco.

There's no end. There's no end to this world, everlasting. We crumble to dust in its arms.

Some things simply were too true to stay. Some merely came to visit for a while.