Quotes About Transience

Never forget how swiftly this life will be over, like a flash of summer lightning or the wave of a hand. Now that you have the opportunity to practice dharma, do not waste a single moment on anything else.

Just as worn-out clothes can never again be made as new, It's no use seeing a doctor once you're terminally ill; You'll have to go. We humans living on this earth Are like streams and rivers flowing toward the ocean - All living beings are heading for that single destination. Now, like a small bird flying off from a treetop, I, too, will not be here much longer; soon I must move on. – Padampa Sangye

Dès l'instant de la naissance, la vie se précipite vers la mort en ignorant tout à fait quand la rencontre aura lieu.

What a world it was! Literally swimming in sunshine, from the sparkling sea in the distance, to the beds of marigolds close by--huge marigolds, double and single, mingled with carnations that filled the air with rich autumnal scent, all the more delicious because we feel it is autumnal, and therefore cannot last.

I watched too, with that sort of lonely delight--the one shadow upon it being that it is so lonely--with which all one's life one is accustomed to watch beautiful and vanishing things.

her ÅŸey, insanlar, mevsimler, bulutlar, her ÅŸey kaç?p gidiyordu...

Tudo se esvai, os homens, as estações, as nuvens; e não adianta agarrar-se às pedras, resistir no topo de algum escolho, os dedos cansados se abrem, os braços se afrouxam, inertes, acaba-se arrastado pelo rio, que parece lento, mas não para nunca.

No matter how bad a state of mind you may get into, if you keep strong and hold out, eventually the floating clouds must vanish and the withering wind must cease.

There are pockets of time, she thinks, where every sense rings like a bell, where the world brims with fleeting grace.

All life is dying life – including the life of God.

Everything is barely weeks. Everything is days. We have minutes to live.

it is better to be a part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist than to exist forever and never be a part of beauty

As a mindfulness student once said to his teacher, "Every time I start to think about how I'm finally in the here and now, I realize the moment has already passed." The

Even while you sit there, unmovable, You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. The poem will go on without you. It has the spurious glamor of certain voids.

Sometimes fear grips me that these fragile moments of life will fade away. It seems that I write against erasure.

What doesn't hurt - is not life; what doesn't pass - is not happiness.

If one considered life as a simple loan, one would perhaps be less exacting. We possess actually nothing; everything goes through us.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

I always think everything is going to last forever, but nothing ever does. In fact nothing exists longer than an instant except the thing that we hold in memory

I have a sense of melancholy isolation, life rapidly vanishing, all the usual things. It's very strange how often strong feelings don't seem to carry any message of action

Live your life as if you are ready to say goodbye to it at any moment, as if the time left for you were some pleasant surprise.

Life is a vapor. It passes in the blink of an eye.

Do you wanna leave soon? No, I want enough time to be in love with everything... And I cry because everything is so beautiful and so short.