Quotes About Transience

Do you believe that you will die? Yes, man is mortal, I am a man, ergo... No, that isn't what I mean. I know that you know that. What I'm asking is: Have you ever actually believed it, believe it completely, believe not with your mind but with your body, actually felt that one day the fingers now holding this very piece of paper will be yellow and icy...?

Don't boast because you know too little," Mrs. Pang says. "Things change a lot. Within a blink a mountain flattens and a river dries up. Nobody knows who he'll become tomorrow.

The happiness of love is a shooting meteor; the pain of love is the darkness following.

The whole planet Earth shines with exactly the same radiance, and I am a part of it, and it is a part of me. And I know it is all temporary. Earth has given me a vehicle for staying on it, and I am beyond the vehicle. The day I have to leave, that vehicle has to be left back on this earth, deposited in its bosom safely and securely. I

water talk you are water I'm water we're all water in different containers that's why it's so easy to meet someday we'll evaporate together. but even after the water's gone we'll probably point out to the containers and say, "that's me there, that one" we're container minders

Ah! what is human life? How, like the dial's tardy-moving shade, Day after day slides from us unperceiv'd! The cunning fugitive is swift by stealth; Too subtle is the movement to be seen; Yet soon the hour is up--and we are gone.

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

Will toys amuse, when med'cines cannot cure? When spirits ebb, when life's enchanting scenes Their lustre lose, and lessen in our sight, As lands and cities, with their glittering spires, To the poor shatter'd bark by sudden storm Thrown off to sea, and soon to perish there? Will toys amuse? No: thrones will then be toys, And earth and skies seem dust upon the scale.

La casetta si sta allontanando e i binari sono volati via. Continuo a perdermi inseguendo le mie tracce, e mi stanco. Mi siedo su una pietra, serafico come un albero. E i miei ricordi sembrano dei maratoneti mentre corrono al mondo che ho lasciato.

Neden her ÅŸeyi bozmaya, her ÅŸeyi deÄŸiÅŸtirmeye, her ÅŸeyi geçiciliÄŸe havale etmeye vazifelendirilmiÅŸiz böyle? Bu zevksiz görev, bütün dünyan?n 'hayat' diye tan?mlad??? ÅŸey miydi?

Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life?

For me, beauty is always retreating from one's grasp: the only thing I consider important is what existed once, or ought to have existed.

A small night storm blows Saying 'falling is the essence of a flower' Preceding those who hesitate

Why are we all burdened with the duty to destroy everything, change everything, entrust everything to impermanency? Is it this unpleasant duty that the world calls life? Or am I the only one for whom it is a duty?

Life struck us as being a strangely volatile thing. It was exactly as though life were a salt lake from which most of the water had suddenly evaporated, leaving such a heavy concentration of salt that our bodies floated buoyantly upon its surface.

Blood and flowers were alike, Isao thought, in that both were quick to dry up, quick to change their substance. And precisely because of this, then, blood and flowers could go on living by taking on the substance of glory. Glory in all its form was inevitably something metallic.

Because all those people around you and Miss Satoko are moving slowly but inexorably toward a dénouement. You don't think the two of you can hover forever in mid-air like two dragonflies making love?

Il mondo di certo finirà in rovina, però prima che ciò avvenga per alcuni attimi si materializzeranno splendide movenze che in un altrettanto breve intervallo scompariranno.

Pi?kno jest bezcelowe, pi?kno przep?ywa przez nasze cia?a, nie pozostawiaj?c ?ladu i nic nie zmieniaj?c...

Como les sucede a tantos jovenes, pues vivir la juventud es una muerte impetuosa y constante, ellos aspiraban continuamente a una nueva destrucción. Un hermoso joven en el umbral de la muerte debe tener una sonrisa en los labios.

They were simply looking at the sky. In their eyes there was no vision: only the reflection of the blue and the absolute skies of early autumn. Those blue skies though, were unusual skies that I might never see again in my life.

Los labios y los ojos de Sonoko resplandecían. Su belleza me deprimía y despertaba en mi una sensación de impotencia. Esa misma sensación es la causa de que Sonoko me pareciera aún más efímera.

Come svanisce velocemente il ricordo delle azioni, a paragone con il ricordo dei sentimenti!»

Quando a mente aprende a enxergar nossas sensações tais como elas são — ou seja, vibrações efêmeras e inexpressivas —, perdemos o interesse em persegui-las. Pois qual o sentido de correr atrás de algo que desaparece tão rápido quanto surge?