Quotes About Transience

Te estás empezando a marchitar, ¿sabes?, y cuando llega ese momento nadie puede evitar que sus pétalos estén desordenados.

there were lovely things in the world, lovely that didn't endure, and the lovelier for that... Nothing endures.

The living is a passing traveller The dead, a man come home.

Das Firmament blaut ewig und die Erde Wird lange fest stehen und aufblühn im Lenz. Du aber, Mensch, wie lange lebst denn du?

The uncertainty of our future is nothing more than a fog of breath on a windowpane.

Our days are numbered in the book of days, Most High, Gorgon murmurs as the garden comes once more into view. That is what gives them sweetness and purpose.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

Everything passes, and what remains of former times, what remains of life, is the spiritual. In everything we do, the claim of the Absolute is unchanging.

Spiritual experiences are like mist, they will evaporate.

A whole new kind of spiritual happiness dawns in us as we realize that dark clouds do not ruin sunny skies... they merely pass through them to help us remember our love of the light.

A warrior must learn to make every act count, since he is going to be here in this world for only a short while, in fact, too short for witnessing all the marvels of it.

LIFE, n. A spiritual pickle preserving the body from decay. We live in daily apprehension of its loss; yet when lost it is not missed.

This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.

When I die, don't come, I wouldn't want a leaf to turn away from the sun -- it loves it there. There's nothing so spiritual about being happy but you can't miss a day of it, because it doesn't last.

This, too, will pass.

For how long will insult hurt a person? For as long as he covets self-importance. For as long as one covets temporary [non eternal] things.

Everything came and went, everything was new and bright with promise once and old and worn out later, and everything left a small, diminishing stain on eternity, a mark that time would eventually erase.

Enjoy it, kid. Enjoy feeling that you can make a difference.' Floyd flashed him a smile. 'It won't last for ever.

Grief doesn't kill, love doesn't kill; but time kills everything, kills desire, kills sorrow, kills in the end the mind that feels them; wrinkels and softens the body while it still lives, tots it like a medlar, kills it too at last.

transience that was yet eternal life, a perpetual perishing that was at the same time pure Being, a bundle of minute, unique particulars in which, by some unspeakable and yet self-evident paradox, was to be seen the divine source of all existence.

Ali na svu sre?u ljudi ne ostavljaju dubljeg traga u meni. Samo kratkotrajan dojam, kao što brod u vodi ostavlja brazdu. Ali voda se opet sastavi.

Rostros todavía lozanos y sonrosados (porque la sensibilidad era un proceso tan rápido que no tenía tiempo de marchitar las mejillas, y sólo afectaba al corazón y el cerebro) se volvían a su paso

We shall all be 'was' one of these days. Meanwhile....

All things, to all things perfectly indifferent, perfectly work together in discord for a Good beyond good, for a Being more timeless in transience, more eternal in its dwindling than God there in heaven.