Quotes About Transience

Sie denkt: Sie sagen einfach nur Worte und was sind Worte anderes als Geräusche, die diese Männer aus Atem formen, gewichtslose Dämpfe, die sie in die Küchenluft schicken, wo sie sich auflösen und sterben.

Cada minuto que passa é um minuto a menos nesta casa. Nesta vida.

The years passed as clouds do, ephemeral and vaporous, condensing, sliding along awhile, then dispersing like ghosts.

A book not so much full of birds as full of evanescence, of blue-winged, trumpeting mysteries.

The whole thing feels like a pool of water that I'm trying to hold in my hands.

Each minute that passes is one fewer in this house. In this life.

Doesn't everything," he says, "die at last and too soon?

They die so easily, he boasts. It is like sprinkling salt onto the backs of slugs.

We are dust only after all our water evaporates.

We are all just tenants here. Even the one thing we believe is ours—the time we're given on earth—does that belong to us?

I moved around a lot when I was a child; two of the houses I grew up in have totally disappeared. One was burnt in a riot, and the other was pulled down.

Gray Maynard? Kenny Florian? All these guys, they're UFC fighters, that's all. They're pushed by the UFC, but when they leave the UFC, they're forgotten. When's the last time you heard Josh Neer's name? You haven't. When's the last time you heard about Roger Hurerta? You haven't. They're no ones anymore.

I have always had a fleeting relationship with clothing.

You're beautiful, like a May fly.

If I change car, I change car. I don't get very fond of things.

No blessing lasts forever.

In football, nothing lasts forever.

The casual listener won't be around forever.

I've seen people pass away. I've seen how fragile life is.

The thing is to appreciate the fragile wonder of it all, down to the last breath, down to the dying embers of consciousness.

It is a bit frustrating. Things come and go in television. At the moment they've gone.

There are some people who don't want to deal with the fact that we are not forever. Some people decide to live life to the fullest.

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates.

So taking it, she stood among the dried, withered things and looked in tender regret at them.