Quotes About Transience

E caem!- Folhas misérrimas do meu cipreste, heis de cair, como quaisquer outras belas e vistosas; e, se eu tivesse olhos, dar-vos-ia uma lágrima de saudade. Esta é a grande vantagem da morte, que, se não deixa boca para rir, também não deixa olhos para chorar... Heis de cair.

O derradeiro homem, ao despedir-se do sol frio e gasto, há de ter um relógio na algibeira, para saber a hora exata em que morre

o charuto é um verdadeiro Memento homo: convertendo-se pouco a pouco em cinzas, vai lembrando ao homem o fim real e infalível de todas as coisas: é o aviso filosófico, é a sentença fúnebre que nos acompanha em toda a parte (Linha reta e linha curva)

Tão pouco tempo? Sim, tão pouco tempo, dez minutos. Os meus ciúmes eram intensos, mas curtos; com pouco derrubaria tudo, mas com o mesmo pouco ou menos reconstruiria o céu, a terra e as estrelas.

Contadas todas as horas de agonia do mundo, quantos séculos farão? Desses terão sido tenebrosos alguns, outros melancólicos, muitos desesperados, raros enfadonhos. Enfim, a morte chega, por muito que se demore, e arranca a pessoa ao pranto ou ao silêncio

If we all knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we's tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into the shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. Simply the awareness that our mortal lives had a beginning and will have an end enhances the quality of our living. Perhaps it's even more intense when we know that the termination of the body is near, but it shouldn't be.

If we knew each morning that there was going to be another morning, and on and on and on, we'd tend not to notice the sunrise, or hear the birds, or the waves rolling into shore. We'd tend not to treasure our time with the people we love. Simply the awareness that our mortal lives had a beginning and will have an end enhances the quality of our living. Perhaps it's even more intense when we know that the termination of the body is near, but it shouldn't be.

You human beings tend to want good things to last forever. They don't. Not while we're in time.

I like the ephemeral thing about theatre, every performance is like a ghost - it's there and then it's gone.

the whip-poor-will, like love and wisdom, had no home

And we wept that one so lovely should have a life so brief.

Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower.

only until the children are born. Your life is your own only for a short time:

Even after she disappeared, it did not settle at once, but continued to make waves and produced a trickling, rustling sound that Shmuel hoped would not die away too soon.

I felt like a rich vagabond who had passed through the world paving my way with gold fairy dust, then realizing too late that the path disintegrated as soon as I passed over it.

All objects exist in a moment of time.

A moment is not the same as time.

The moment is altered as soon as I try to capture it, so for me, it's impossible." How true, I thought. Moments are gone as soon as you think about them.

His theatre was the clouds, where no spectacle repeated itself. On land he was a foreigner. Land for him was stasis, and it pulled him into immobility, which was his image of death." —

The rainbow comes and goes. Enjoy it while it lasts. Don't be surprised by its departure, and rejoice when it returns.

Life was nothing other than what came and went with each passing moment.

toda alegría es semejante al maná del desierto, que se corrompe de un día a otro; es semejante al agua de la fuente Ameles que, según cuenta Platón, no podía conservarse en ningún vaso... ¡Que cada instante se lleve lo que nos trajo!

Un gest ca s-o posezi ajunge s-o destrame.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.