Quotes About Transience

Ugliness is in a way superior to beauty because it lasts.

We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory.

Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. Unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.

Sometimes it feels like I spend half my time in planes or airports.

As for me, I'm just passin' through this planet.

Everything's plastic, we're all gonna die.

We go on in our pleasures thinking they're going to last forever.

I am plenty lonely in hotel rooms.

Your high points and your low points. High points don't last that long, it's a high and it happens. It's great at the moment but you really can't live on it.

It's a shame in a way that people come and go with one album.

I've said it before that fame money and women will all come and go in your life, so I'm not worried about the money.

You can better embrace life, you can enjoy it more, when you are conscious that it will end. You bite life.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!

And when the veil lifts, we can see the world as it really is, just for those few seconds before it settles down again. We see all the beauty, and cruelty, and sadness, and love.

Il avait à peine besoin de disparaître pour ne plus exister.

La poésie est de toutes les eaux claires celle qui s'attarde le moins aux reflets de ses ponts

Almost all of my really good times have been silent but have had to end.

W]hen the pleasure is at the sweetest, death is the nearest (461)[.]

Mrs. Bri. Psha! there is nothing in it: a moment, and it is over. Just. Ay, but it leaves a numbness behind that lasts a plaguy long time.

As clouds race towards their own release from form, they are replenshied by the mutable process which created them. They drift, not into continuity, but into other, temporary states of being, all of which eventually decompose to melt into the surrounding air. They rise and fall like vaporous civilizations....

A sailor's liberty is but for a day; yet while it lasts it is perfect.

All things are transient and subject to decay. To become attached to things leads to suffering. One can not truly say this belongs to me, or this is what I truly am. The answer to all things cannot be found in the outer world of things or self-concepts.

The great times are often that way. In the middle of everything, you suddenly realize that you're having a perfect, golden experience. And you realize how few they are. And how this one is bound to end too soon. You know that it will always be a wonderful memory, that the loss of it will give you a soft ache in the heart. This