Quotes About Transience

[last words] What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.

All that may be wished for, will by nature fade to nothing.

When you get older, then you feel death not at the end of the road, but death all around you, in everything. Life is saturated with death. I feel death everywhere.

The body comes and goes. This life, my friend, will come and go. It is a fleeting moment, an impulse in an eternal reality.

We delight in the mere sight of the delicate glow of fading rays clinging to the surface of a dusky wall, there to live out what little life remains to them.

It is possible to depart from life at this moment. Have this thought in mind whenever you act, speak, or think.

While we are reasoning concerning life, life is gone.

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

Her life-that was the only chance she had-the short season between two silences.

Life exists only at this very moment, and in this moment it is infinite and eternal, for the present moment is infinitely small; before we can measure it, it has gone, and yet it exists forever.

My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion.

Impermanence is very important, crucial for life. That is why instead of complaining about impermanence you have to say "Long live impermanence!"

Vain, weak-built isthmus, which dost proudly rise Up between two eternities!

I am the life just passing through. I'm what remains and so are you.

I was taking care of people my age who were dying. The constant feeling, hearing from them, was that life is transient and can end very quickly, so don't postpone your dreams.

Why is life speeded up so? Why are things so terribly, unbearably precious that you can't enjoy them but can only wait breathless in dread of their going?

Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn.

Life is a bubble in a lake, that glitters for an instant, bursts, and leaves not even a blur on the water; it is the leap of a minnow, which sends a tiny ripple trembling for a few inches.

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.

Never have I been able to settle in life. Always seated askew, as if on the arm of a chair; ready to get up, to leave.

Life is uncertain; death is certain.

How short is human life! the very breath Which frames my words accelerates my death.

The part of life which we really live is short.

We die every day; every moment deprives us of a portion of life and advances us a step toward the grave; our whole life is only along and painful sickness.