Quotes About Transience

Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death be like autumn leaves. Rabindranath Tagore What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

It is the very joy of this earthly life to think that it will come to an end.

Nothing in life is permanent, not even one's troubles.

Better a thousand times even a swiftly fading, ephemeral moment of life than the epoch-long unconsciousness of the stone.

All suffering goes just as it came. So it is with the glories and tragedies of the world.

Take it that you have died today, and your life's story is ended; and henceforward regard what future time may be given you as uncovenanted surplus, and live it out in harmony with nature.

I thought about my beautiful dreams and wondered if they would drift away just like those lovely soap bubbles.

Death does not tidy up or sweep as it departs. We all of us leave traces other than the ashes and the bones.

when I die the wind will still blow and the stars still shine, for the place I occupy on earth is no more permanent than the water I now make

Castles made of sand fall in the sea eventually.

And so castles made of sand slips into the sea, eventually.

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

Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.

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Nothing mortal can last. At best it can leave legends that can bear fruit in later ages." After

Ah, como passam as coisas deste mundo, nada do que se contrói é perene, nada do que se faz é bem lembrado além de seu tempinho, nada fica como está, nunca se volta, nunca se volta.

Ah, como passas as coisas deste mundo, nada do que se constrói é perene, nada do que se faz é bem lembrado além de seu tempinho, nada fica como está, nunca se volta, nunca se volta.?

i hate leaving places i love i was never at one place long. am i selfish?

But one thing I do know: life and time are ghosted creatures for us all. They belong to us - and are not ours at the same time.

Le di mis noches y mi pan, mi angustia, mi risa, a cambio de sus besos y su prisa; con ella descubrí que hay amores eternos que duran lo que dura un corto invierno.

Everything comes to an end, reader. It is an old truism to which may be added that not everything that lasts, lasts for long. This latter part is not readily admitted; on the contrary the idea that an air castle lasts longer than the very air of which it is made is hard to get out of a person's head, and this is fortunate, otherwise the custom of making those almost eternal constructions might be lost.

Like every year, the peach flowers began to blossom, draping the orchard like a filmy pink dress. Thousands of tiny pink petals fluttered in the breeze. And as quickly as they came, they disappeared. The blossoms withered to leave only shucks, and tiny, hard peaches broke through the shucks and began to grow.

Rejoice in what you have. Power, wealth, fame, they are ghosts! They are like the breeze, impossible to hold. There is no grand destination. Every path ends at the Last Door. Revel in the sparks one person strikes from another." She huddled into her cloak of rags. "They are the only light in the darkness of time.