Quotes About Transience

Indeed, I am nothing but a wanderer and a pilgrim on this earth! And what more are you?

A rainbow which lasts for a quarter of an hour is looked at no longer.

It is true, I am only a wanderer on, a pilgrim on this earth! But are you more?

All things transient are but a parable.

Content and peace of mind are valuable things: I could wish, my dear friend, that these precious jewels were less transitory.

The scattered tea goes with the leaves and every day a sunset dies.

Moons and years pass by and are gone forever, but a beautiful moment shimmers through life a ray of light.

I feel like my body is borrowed and this life is very temporary.

The thought of the future life with its prerogatives and joys helps to make the trials of the present seem light and transient.

This life of being a transient human being has gotten to a point when it's very hard to bear

Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.

My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.

Everything passes. There is great beauty in this, both in the passing of pain and in the passing of pleasure. When things present themselves to you as permanent, don't believe it.

But the tune ends too soon for us all

The very life which we enjoy is short. [Lat., Vita ipsa qua fruimur brevis est.]

Life is a very thin thread and it only takes a second to snap it

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.

How many Christians live for appearances? Their life seems like a soap bubble. The soap bubble is beautiful, with all its colours! But it lasts only a second, and then what?

Time doth run with calm and silent foot, Shortening my days and thread of vital life.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

Death is present every day in our lives. It's not that I take pleasure in the morbid fascination of it, but it is a fact of life.

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

All life is dying life – including the life of God.

This life at best is but an inn, and we the passengers.