Quotes About Transience

Sorrow is the price of love in a world where nothing lasts. Isn't it?" He smiled back at her fondly. "Yes. Yes, I suppose it is." "Without love and sorrow we're just objects in space," said Molly. Winter was surprised by a surge of emotion. He pressed his lips together.

Now therefore, while the youthful hue Sits on thy skin like morning dew, And while thy willing soul transpires At every pore with instant fires, Now let us sport us while we may, And now, like amorous birds of prey, Rather at once our time devour Than languish in his slow-chapt power.

I can see the beauty of glass objects fully at the moment when they slip from my hand

Prawda jest córÄ… czasu poczÄ™tÄ… w przypadkowym i krótkotrwaÅ'ym romansie ze zbiegiem okolicznoÅ›ci.

it gives me no rest, my wish to know the fate of all these scenes that entered my eyes and have remained in my thoughts. What happens to them when I am no longer there?

life is like a game of Monopoly. You may own hotels on Boardwalk or you may be renting on Baltic Avenue. But in the end, it all goes back in the box. The next generation will be getting out all your stuff and playing with it or fighting over it.

One haiku hints at both the joys and sadness of a solitary monk on a pilgrimage in the winter: Even in my empty begging bowl A piece of hail.

Be forever dead in Eurydice, and climb back singing. Climb praising as you return to connection. Here among the disappearing, in the realm of the transient, be a ringing glass that shatters as it rings. Be. And know as well the need to not be: let that ground of all that changes bring you to completion now. To all that has run its course, and to the vast unsayable numbers of beings abounding in Nature, add yourself gladly, and cancel the cost. Sonnets to Orpheus II, 13

I find it difficult to sleep. A sort of daydream, perhaps, reliving old times, trying to capture something of her, while there's still a flavour of her in the house. It's real, you know. A perfume. The shampoo she used, I think. Something else I can't pin down. I know it won't last for long.

It takes between three and six hours to make each snowball, depending on snow quality. Wet snow is quick to work with but also quick to thaw, which can lead to a tense journey to the cold store.

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

Home is wherever I hang my hat.

Wherever I go, I'm asked about my marriage. I believe this phase, where people constantly want to know about my marriage, it won't last long. Let me enjoy while it lasts.

Whether people be of high or low birth, rich or poor, old or young, enlightened or confused, they are all alike in that they will one day die.

Life is a wave, which in no two consecutive moments of its existence is composed of the same particles.

I don't mind traveling that much when I can go somewhere and stay there for a while, but touring is different. You rarely see anything. You get there early in the morning and you're resting all day, and you go in and do a sound check, and you do the show, and then bam you're gone.

And left the flushed print in a poppy there.

So I think I'll say the obvious thing: theater is ephemeral. When a production is done, it's gone forever. You can take pictures of it. You can make a film of it. But it's not the production. It's not the same thing.

Nothing lasts forever in my profession.

Do what you think is right, because one damn thing is an absolute, certainly: We come and go. Politicians are a dime a dozen.

Some people you work on a film with, and then they disappear.

Loudspeakers should be made to be destroyed and... disposable.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

Everything is fleeting and passing and impermanent in life. Relationships, people, our finite physical forms... We let go of our childhoods, we let go of different parts of our body, we lose elasticity in our skin, and we lose hair and we lose teeth.