Quotes About Transience

Korraga valdab mind aja nimetu raskemeelsus - see voolab ja voolab ning muutub, ja kui sa naased, ei leia sa enam midagi taas. Hüvasti jätta on raske - kuid naasta on vahel veelgi raskem.

Pasaule cilv?kam nekad neš?iet tik skaista k? mirkl?, kad vi?š tiek ieslodz?ts. Pirms vi?am t? j?atst?j. Kaut vienm?r to var?tu izjust t?du! Varb?t mums par maz laika tam. Par maz miera.

To hell with it. What was the use trying to make safe and sure our little life? Sooner or later the great wave must come and sweep it all away. "What about a drink with me, Fred?

Der Zug fährt langsam. Manchmal hält er an, und die Toten werden ausgeladen. Er hält oft.

Und was Sie auch haben – nehmen Sie es nicht zu wichtig. Es gibt wenig, das lange wichtig bleibt." Die Frau sah ihn an. Sie trank nicht. "Es ist so", sagte Ravic. "Besonders nachts. Die Nacht übertreibt.

Don't take it hardly," said she, looking at me. "Everything passes." "True," said I. "The one sure thing in the world.

Nipošto nemoj dozovliti da se takne, govorio je Kester. Kada ti jednom nešto postane blisko, želiš i da ga zadržiš. A ništa ne može da se zadrži.

Via?a era vaporul din port, care nu mergea spre infinit...

Wunderbar war das beim Trinken - es brachte einen rasch zusammen-, aber zwischenn Abend und Morgen schaffte es auch wieder Zwischenräume, als wären es Jahre.

Kui lähestikku on eilne ja tänane, surm ja elu.

Rado bih je pozvao telefonom, ali sam se prisilio da ne u?inim to. Hteo sam da ne mislim toliko na nju. Hteo sam da je primim kao neo?ekivani dar koji donosi sre?u, dar koji je došao i koji ?e oti?i, samo toliko i ništa više. Nisam hteo dopustiti da se u meni razvije misao da bi ovo moglo biti nešto više. Znao sam isuviše dobro da svaka ljubav nosi u sebi i želju za ve?noš?u. Otuda i njene ve?ite muke. Ne ostaje ništa. Ništa.

Un kas mums Ä«stenÄ«b? pieder? Kam tik daudz uz­traukties par liet?m, kuras lab?kaj? gadÄ«jum? dotas mums tikai uz zin?mu laiku; un kam tik daudz pr?tot par to, kuram m??otais cilvÄ"ks vair?k vai maz?k piederÄ"jis, ja iluzorais v?rds "piederÄ"t" nenozÄ«mÄ" neko vair?k k? — apskaut tukÅ¡u gaisu?

I nod and wonder what to say to encourage him. His lips have fallen away, his mouth has become larger, his teeth stick out and look as though they were made of chalk. The flesh melts, the forehead bulges more prominently, the cheekbones protrude. The skeleton is working itself through. The eyes are already sunken in. In a couple of hours it will be over.

Such peaceful intervals never lasted long.

things which seem frightfully important at the time have a habit of fading into insignificance. Events are like telephone poles, streaming back past the observation platform of a speeding train. They loom large at first, then melt into the distance, becoming so tiny they finally disappear altogether…. That's the way with nearly all of the things we think are so vital.

For a part of a day it would be pleasant to have the house neat and to think alone and read without hearing other people talk and look at things without speaking of them and work properly without interruption and then he knew the loneliness would start. The three boys had moved into a big part of him again that, when they moved out, would be empty and it would be very bad for a while.

It's gone the way the mist is burned off the hollows in broken ground when the sun comes out,' the Colonel said. 'And you're the sun.

We liken the passion of the beginning to adolescent intoxication—both transient and unrealistic. The consolation for giving it up is the security that waits on the other side. Yet when we trade passion for stability, are we not merely swapping one fantasy for another? As Stephen Mitchell points out, the fantasy of permanence may trump the fantasy of passion, but both are products of our imagination.

Given the transient nature of life, given its ceaseless flux, there is more than a hint of arrogance in the assumption that we can make our relationships permanent, and that security can actually be fixed.

It is the fact that time is passing that creates its preciousness.

I know and share the many sorrows a human being can experience, but I do not cling to them; they pass through me, like life itself, as a broad eternal stream...and life continues...

IL était comme un de ces voyageurs qui s'attardent dans les auberges en oubliant que le but du voyage n'est pas l'auberge

Les morts sont plus nombreux que les vivants. Leur nombre augemente. Les vivants sont rares.

Charity belongs to nobody. Its image, a soap bubble, shines for an instant, bursts, and never knows who blew it.