Quotes About Transience

This shitty world sometimes produces a rose The scent of it lingers and then it just goes

What is will not last forever.

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

Thou art dust and unto dust thou shalt return.

exactly half the phenomenal world is gone

Women like Joe. They fall for him in that between-trains way.

The things of the world knew so much more than we did and lived them more truly. The thorn trees had no grief or fear. The constellations didn't fight or hold themselves back, nor did the translucent hook of the moon. Everything was momentary and endless.

There was a feeling, as you sat and ate your nice sandwich or had your tea, that you were on the slowly tipping edge of nothingness and might fall forward at any moment, and that if you did, it was possible that nothing would know you'd ever been there at all. Jim

Without any further ceremony, Denys tipped his hat to me, and then the two men moved off down the road, turning a corner and passing out of sight. They might have been headed to another party, or to white steeds waiting to whisk them off to an enchanted palace. I would have believed a magic carpet as well, or any storybook ending. They were that lovely, and now they were gone. —

Who cares for your fashions and your wars and your causes? I will shortly be gone and I have seen many fashions come and go and many causes so passionately defended only to be forgotten. But now it was different and he was drawn back into the stream of being because there was once again a life in his hands. Things mattered. The

The Field of Mars, June, death, life, white nights, Dasha, Dimitri, the all came… And went. But there Alexander still was, standing on that street, on that curb, in the sun, looking at her under the elms, looking at provenance across from him provenance in a white dress with red roses, licking her ice cream with red lips, singing. His and only his for one hundred minutes, blink of an eye and gone. It all was.

o tempo entre o sopro e o apagar da vela

Essa vida é uma viagem pena eu estar só de passagem

grato pela graça a graça que eu acho em tudo que fica por tudo que passa

Qué es la vida? Una ilusión, una sombra, una ficción, y el mayor bien es pequeño: que toda la vida es sueño, y los sueños, sueños son.

What's life? A frenzied, blurry haze. What's life? Not anything it seems. A shadow. Fiction filling reams. All we possess on earth means nil, For life's a dream, think what you will, And even all our dreams are dreams.

pues así llegué a saber que toda la dicha humana, en fin, pasa como sueño, y quiero hoy aprovecharla

Hermosa compostura de esa varia inferior arquitectura, que entre sombras y lejos a esta celeste usurpas los reflejos, cuando con flores bellas el número compite a sus estrellas, siendo con resplandores humano cielo de caducas flores.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, Waking in the dawn of the morning, In the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, Sleeping in the cold night's arms.

No es breve luz aquella caduca exhalación, pálida estrella, que en trémulos desmayos pulsando ardores y latiendo rayos, hace más tenebrosa la obscura habitación con luz dudosa?

Qué os admira? ¿Qué os espanta? si fue mi maestro el sueño, y estoy temiendo en mis ansias, que he de despertar, y hallarme otra vez en mi cerrada prisión, y cuando no sea el soñarlo solo basta: pues así llegué a saber que toda la dicha humana en fin pasa como sueño; y quiero hoy aprovecharla el tiempo que me durare, pidiendo de nuestras faltas perdón, pues de pechos nobles es tan propio el perdonarlas.

The notion is called wabi-sabi life, like the cherry blossom, it is beautiful because of its impermanence, not in spite of it, more exquisite for the inevitability of loss.

Isn't it fun,' she said and she smiled. I let the oars rest in the rowlocks. The water around the boat fell silent, and silently the cabin was floating up above the rocks and the smoke rose softly from the chimney, and how impossible it was to grasp that in the end something as fine as this could be ground into dust.

Kings are like stars—they rise and set, they haveThe worship of the world, but no repose.