Quotes About Transience

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

Our knowledge of physics only takes us back so far. Before this instant of cosmic time, all the laws of physics or chemistry are as evanescent as rings of smoke.

Each second we live is a new and unique moment of the universe; a moment that never was before and never will be again.

Every moment of life is unique-a kiss, a sunset, a dance, a joke. None will ever recur in quite the same way. Each happens only once in the history of the universe.

I have not asked for life. But I try to accept whatever life brings without surprise. And I shall depart again without having questioned anyone about my strange stay here on earth.

Life is all about moments. No one in history has ever been able to hold on to one.

We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.

Life is something you can't borrow and give back; Here today and gone tomorrow...just like that.

A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

All life is temporary Why worry about anything that's only temporary

Everything in life is just for a while.

Life is but a day at most.

There is no cure for birth and death save to enjoy the interval.

I'd wake in the morning, my head fuzzy, sometimes with someone I knew but who was a stranger just leaving, and realize I was one day closer to the end of it all.

Everything around you—your office, the conversation in the corridors, the view from Beyond Reach—has acquired a kind of compelling sheen to it, a clarity that comes from knowing you will soon be gone.

I knew it for an hour on the autobahn, under a gray Rhenish sky, and forgot it in your arms.

So why make a huge drama out of it if you're only going to forget all about it one day?

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

some mornings... I sit at the kitchen table shaking salt into the hairs on my arm, and a feeling shoves up in me: it's finished. Everything went past without me.

I get to know a lot of people. But it never really lasts.

Being somewhere but not completely: that was home for Danny, and it sure as hell was easier to land than a decent apartment.

It was a lesson most people learned much earlier; that even friendship could have an undisclosed shelf life. That loyalty and affection, so consuming and powerful, could dissipate like fog.

Days seem to be their prettiest when they die? I wonder, will I?

We all have a shelf life.