Quotes About Transience

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Is it beyond thee to be glad with the gladness of this rhythm? to be tossed and lost and broken in the whirl of this fearful joy? All things rush on, they stop not, they look not behind, no power can hold them back, they rush on. Keeping steps with that restless, rapid music, seasons come dancing and pass away---colours, tunes, and perfumes pour in endless cascades in the abounding joy that scatters and gives up and dies every moment.

The raindrop whispered to the jasmine, "Keep me in your heart for ever." The jasmine sighed, "Alas," and dropped to the ground.

Though I have a sense of achievement while I am in your company, I have nothing to cling to when I move away.

20 Día tras día él llega y se va. Ve y dale esta flor de mi pelo, amigo. Si te pregunta quién se la envía, no se lo digas, te lo ruego, pues si viene, es para volverse a ir. Está sentado bajo un árbol, en el suelo. Prepárale un lecho de pétalos y hojas, amigo. Sus ojos están tristes y su mirada pesa en mi corazón. Nunca dice qué piensa, sólo viene y se va.

The world is the ever-changing foam that floats on the surface of a sea of silence.

The butterfly counts not months but moments, and has time enough.

Shopping figures as the antithesis of property in this sense, in that it represents a pure mobility of selves and objects. One moment you are this, have this; the next you move on. In this slide from the compulsory to the compulsive, there are no duties, no continuities, no consequences and no history, only a succession of shopping instants.

For the moment when fashion is fashion, it has no past and no future. The 'latest' fashion, la dernière mode, is also the 'last': for

but personally, he could never be anywhere without sooner or later wanting to go somewhere else... Likewise he had never been able to build anything permanent with other human beings.

But everything falls away, try as you might to stop it. And for whatever returns to you, be grateful.

I have fallen in love with you, and there is no future for us. That you burst into my life suddenly only a short time ago. That it's too fast, too soon, and you will leave the same way you came into my life. I'll turn around one day and you'll be gone.

What scares you?" She looked into his eyes and said, "That I have fallen in love with you, and there is no future for us. That you burst into my life suddenly only a short time ago. That it's too fast, too soon, and you will leave the same way you came into my life. I'll turn around one day and you'll be gone.

A feeling rose in me, and I just let it, because what harm could it do? It only had another thirty-two adagio bars of life in this world. Twenty-four. Sixteen. Eight more bars in which I love you. Three. Two. One.

The present moment is nice but it does not last. Living in it is like waiting in a junction town for the morning limited; the junction may be interesting but some day you will have to leave it and you do not know where the limited will take you.

I have two luxuries to brood over in my walks, your loveliness and the hour of my death. O that I could have possession of them both in the same minute.

Acting is ephemeral. You can't hang it on a wall. You can't throw it off. And you can't bring it out of a closet. It's there one night and it's gone the next, at least with stage acting anyhow.

Life is so, so short. The Bible says it's like a vapor.

I was briefly bitter.

Your career goes fast, just a blink of an eye and you're an ex-baseball player, longer than you are a baseball player. I try not to think about it too much, but it seems like it does go fast.

A soul is but the last bubble of a long fermentation in the world.

Success is extremely ephemeral and very hard to hold onto.

'Silence Kid' starts with a broken classic-rock intro. It's funny to hear us do that. Obviously, we weren't skillful rock stars. Then it's spinning through a lot of hooks really fast, and all of a sudden, it's over.

I don't think you ever know in yourself whether you have gone mad. You exist in a bubble. There comes a point where you suddenly feel not really a part of the world, you're just passing through.