Quotes About Transience

Remind thyself that he whom thou lovest is mortal — that what thou lovest is not thine own; it is given thee for the present, not irrevocably nor for ever, but even as a fig or a bunch of grapes at the appointed season of the year

Remind yourself that what you love is mortal … at the very moment you are taking joy in something, present yourself with the opposite impressions. What harm is it, just when you are kissing your little child, to say: Tomorrow you will die, or to your friend similarly: Tomorrow one of us will go away, and we shall not see one another any more?

For I am not everlasting, but a human being, a part of the whole as an hour is a part of the day. Like an hour I must come, and like an hour pass away.

Continually remind yourself that you are a mortal being, and someday will die.

Kto mnie tu umieÅ›ciÅ', na tym okrÄ…gÅ'ym kamieniu? W jakim celu? I dlaczego na tak krótko?

The flowers anew, returning seasons bring but beauty faded has no second spring.

To understand the secret of life, just study the clouds

Honesty is like an icicle; if once it melts that is the end of it

Jedes Glück ist flüchtig, ob es nun eine Woche anhält oder dreißig Jahre; man weint die gleichen Tränen, wenn der letzte Tag heranbricht, und würde um einen Aufschub seine Seele verkaufen.

Nichts weiter als eine Legende, sagst du? Du willst nichts weiter als Fakten? Fakten sind vergänglich, glaube mir das, nur die Legende bleibt, so wie die Seele nach dem Körper oder der Duft einer vorbeigegangenen Frau.

Soy hijo del camino, caravana es mi patria y mi vida la más inesperada travesía

Nous les aimons, ils meurent. Nous avons beau essayé de les retenir, ils nous glissent entre les doigts, ils s'en vont, ils meurent.

I treat vegetarianism as a phase that might any second end without warning.

all happiness is fleeting, but I see now that there is fleeting and then there is the true and wall-like impossibility of ever experiencing this kind of happiness again, even once, even next week, let alone a year from now. Doors are closing around us, all the time.

whole life. What you had for a couple of months. What you're giving up again.

Life is the time spent before death

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.

Why do we precious ointments shower, Nobler wines why do we pour, Beauteous flowers why do we spread, Upon the monuments of the dead? Nothing they but dust can show, Or bones that hasten to be so.

The trouble of living a long time is not that one lasts too long, but that one sees all about him pass away- mother, wife, friends, children. Nature makes and unmakes all these divine treasures with gloomy indifference, and at last, we find that we have not loved, we have only been embracing shadows.

The rainbow comes and goes. Enjoy it while it lasts. Don't be surprised by its departure, and rejoice when it returns.

In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.

Be careful: everything fades, everything vanishes. Something must remain of us…

Çok güzel anlar hüzünlüdür her zaman. Geçici olduklar?n? duyar insan, durdurmak ister, bir ?ey gelmez elinden. Çocukken hep sirkte duyard?m bunu, daha sonra da konserde, çok mutlu oldu?um zaman. "?ki saate kadar bitecek," derdim içimden.

What else can we do but garden our shadows while far away the universe burns and vanishes.