Quotes About Transience

Para qué esto y para qué lo otro, para qué el dinero, o un negocio y su urdimbre, para qué una casa y una biblioteca, para qué salir y trabajar y hacer proyectos, para qué tener hijos y para qué hacer nada. Nada dura lo bastante porque todo se acaba, y una vez acabado resulta que nunca fue bastante, aunque durara cien años.

We live quite happily with a thousand unresolved mysteries that occupy our minds for ten minutes in the morning and are then forgotten without leaving so much as a tremor of grief, not a trace.

queda el olor de los muertos cuando nada más queda de ellos—

Her ÅŸey az gelir bize, özetleniverir birkaç sözcükle, her ÅŸey az gelir bize bir kez sona erdiÄŸinde ve iÅŸte o zaman yeterince vakit tan?nmam?? gibi hissederiz.

qué desgracia saber tu nombre aunque ya no conozca hoy tu rostro y aún menos lo conozca mañana.

cualquiera muere en cualquier instante.

Al fin y al cabo, el que fue lo contiene el de ahora, el que está y no está y el que va y viene, nadie más puede albergarlo.

Yo he visto a mujeres no muy guapas ponerse guapísimas en esa situación de medio olvido, no les dura más que lo que dura el polvo, sea mal dicho y a las claras.

Tante cose accadono senza che nessuno le ricordi o se ne accorga. Di quasi nulla resta traccia.. e di quel poco che rimane tanto si tace, e di quel che non si tace si ricorda soltanto una parte minima' e per poco tempo, non si trasmette e non interessa chi la riceve, il quale plasma e possiede la sua propria memoria.

Pero la gente no lleva el cómputo de lo que se diluye en el olvido. O de lo que flota en un limbo que nadie mira.

Si desaparecemos no se notará nuestra falta, el hueco será rellenado sin solución de continuidad, como un tejido que se regenera rápido.

A fotografia quieta vai suplantando a cara real, com os seus gestos e o seu movimento, as feições congelam e passam a existir apenas as do instantâneo, que de tanto olhado substitui a pessoa e a apaga ou a desterra ou expulsa, por isso custa tanto recordar verdadeiramente os mortos que se afastam de nós.

By the side of the everlasting Why there is a Yes--a transitory Yes if you like, but a Yes.

O kas iš tikr?j? priklauso mums? Kam kelti tiek daug triukšmo d?l dalyk?, kurie geriausiu atveju mums duoti tik laikinai?

And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again.

tomorrow is our permanent address and there they'll scarcely find us(if they do, we'll move away still further:into now

whiter than lilies which are born and cease for being whiter than this world)

in spite of everything which breathes and moves, since Doom (with white longest hands neatening each crease) will smooth entirely our minds --before leaving my room I turn, and(stooping through the morning)kiss this pillow, dear where our heads lived and were.

And so do people pass out of one's life and all you can remember of them is their humanity, a poor fitful thing of no dominion, like your own.

But the boy's eyes saw only the tracks made by the skaters, traces quickly erased of moments past, journeys taken.

You are the sky. The clouds are what happens, what comes and goes.

Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not "yours," not personal. They are conditions of the human mind. They come and go. Nothing that comes and goes is you.

And then, just when you thought you made it or that you belong here, the return movement begins. Perhaps people close to you begin to die, people who were a part of your world. Then your physical form weakens; your sphere of influence shrinks. Instead of becoming more, you now become less, and the ego reacts to this with increasing anxiety or depression.

Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not "yours," not personal. They are conditions of the human mind. They come and go.