Quotes About Transience

Now I'm an old man and I won't live another 20 years maybe not another 20 weeks, maybe the next second I'll be carried off to rebirth the worm farm, maybe it's already happened- How should I know, says Allen Ginsberg Maybe I've been dreaming all along-

We are moving swiftly into the era of the temporary product, made by temporary methods, to serve temporary needs.

In my old age, I have come to believe that love is not a noun but a verb. An action. Like water, it flows to its own current. If you were to corner it in a dam, true love is so bountiful it would flow over. Even in separation, even in death, it moves and changes. It lives within memory, in the haunting of a touch, the transience of a smell, or the nuance of a sigh. It seeks to leave a trace like a fossil in the sand, a leaf burning into baking asphalt.

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. The question, Is life worth living? has been much discussed; particularly by those who think it is not, many of whom have written at great length in support of their view and by careful observance of the laws of health enjoyed for long terms of years the honors of successful controversy.

It all slips by so fast. Slips by and you hardly notice, like leaves on the water. Savour the little moments, son, that's my advice. They're what life is. All the things that happen while you're waiting for something else.

It's an easy thing to make a man a carcass. He knew a thousand ways to do it. But once you've done it, there's no going back. One minute he's a man, all full up with hopes, and thoughts, and dreams. A man with friends, and family, and a place where he's from. Next minute he's mud.

Moartea ne a?teapt? pe to?i. Nimic nu dureaz? o ve?nicie. Iar scopul omului în via?? e s? încerce s? fac? totul cât mai bine.

Help to these people was a coin tossed in a pool. It might make a few ripples, but they would quickly vanish as though they had never been.

all trace of morning magnificence entirely wilted.

You can be as great a man as you please while you're alive. Makes not a straw of difference once you go back to the mud. And

And we who loved the world must learn the language of absence: days foreshortened, empty rooms, the irrevocable distance between the goodbye and the letting go.

There's nothing in this warm, vegetal dusk that is not beautiful or that will last.

The price of being alive is that someday you aren't.

She had felt good for a few moments, racing across the face of the hill on her old bike, but the happy feeling had burned itself out and left behind a thin, cold rage. She was no longer entirely sure who she was angry with though. Her anger didn't have a fixed point. It was a soft whir of emotion to match the soft whir of the spokes.

and realizes how there are all these moments, moments like just this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them beautiful, is the fact that none of them last.

Off they went down the highway, the taillights fading, the song dying, the black metal of the car melting into the fabric of night, and then there was only the whispery sound of good tires on wet cement and finally not even that. Just the blowing sound of the wind and the rain.

As near as I can tell, he wished for this moment to last forever. So we sit and hold hands and I am always about to leave.

There are no sweeter words than this: nothing lasts forever.

Art is long, life short judgment difficult, opportunity transient.

We lay aside letters never to read them again, and at last we destroy them out of discretion, and so disappears the most beautiful, the most immediate breath of life, irrecoverable for ourselves and for others.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

Everything transitory is but an image.

Ich bin der Geist der stets verneint! Und das mit Recht; denn alles, was entsteht, ist wert, dass es zugrunde geht.

Was glänzt ist für den Augenblick geboren; Das Echte bleibt der Nachwelt unverloren.