Quotes About Transience

The temporal quality of all things was being firmly impressed upon me.

It's better to enjoy life - selection is a temporary thing.

Whatever I own is temporary, since we're only here for a short period of time. It's what we do and produce, it's our actions that will last forever. That's real value.

This planet Earth, the act of putting a roof over our heads, our flesh and blood existence, it's all very temporary.

Everything is temporary. I don't know how long will I have my time here in the industry. I want to concentrate in making good music. That will be my biggest satisfaction.

I've always been attracted to temporary families.

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

You must not make the mistake of thinking that because nothing lasts, nothing matters.

I am of an age when one begins to contemplate one's emaciated fingers, and at which youth is so full, so real that it cannot be long before it begins to fade. Your lips bring tears to my eyes; you sleep naked in my brain and I dare not rest.

He would move from city to city as he had always done, using people, soiling them like sheets and walking away, to find fresh faces and new diversions.

Take your delight in momentariness,Walk between dark and dark—a shining spaceWith the grave's narrowness, though not its peace.

Life is but a moment, death also is but another.

When a daffodil I see,Hanging down his head t'wards me,Guess I may what I must be:First, I shall decline my head;Secondly, I shall be dead;Lastly, safely buryed.

Fair daffodils, we weep to seeYou haste away so soon.

So when or you or I are madeA fable, song, or fleeting shade,All love, all liking, all delightLies drowned with us in endless night.

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, Old Times is still a-flying And this same flower that smiles today, Tomorrow will be dying.

Our life is short, and our days run, As fast away as does the sun

Neke stvari traju, pomislila je. Hridi, rijeke, stari natkriveni mostovi. A neke stvari ne traju. Vrele kolovoške no?i i sve što sa sobom nose. Izmi?u nam, pa idemo dalje bez njih, naposljetku umremo i nema nam traga.

Some things last, she thought. Rocks, rivers, old covered bridges. And some things don't last. Hot August nights and everything they bring with them. They elude us, so we go on without them, eventually we die and there is no sign of us.

In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.

Things last, but sometimes for days here only children seem fit to handle children, and there is no utility or inspiration in the wind smashing without direction. The fresh paint on the captains' houses hides softer wood.

take a moment to appreciate it, because tomorrow it will only be a memory.

there come moments when we know we are no more and no less than waves and snowflakes, or than that which surely feels, now and then, from its so wonderfully charming confinement, the pull of longing: the leaf.

One's sense of mortality is a great source of wisdom.