Quotes About Transience

Morning would come before we knew it. It always did. But we still had the night, and for now, we were together, so I just closed my eyes and drank it all in.

Your actions is like a raindrop; it falls into the pond making ripples and then its over...

Forever [is] so many different things. It is always changing... it is twenty minutes, or a hundred years, or just this instant, or any instant I wish would last and last

This was how I was dealing with everyone and everything lately, taking the good when it came, and the bad the same way, knowing each would pass in its own time.

I knew that it wouldn't last. It was just a moment, a perfect moment, as time stood still and fleetingly everything fell back into its proper place.

Again, it occurred to me how weird it was to be permanent in a place that to everyone else was only temporary. Like I could never be sure if they were the ones who weren't real, or if I was.

Some things don't last forever, but some things do. Like a good song, or a good book, or a good memory you can take out and unfold in your darkest times.

This life was fleeting, and I was still searching for the way I wanted to spend it that would make me happy, full, okay again. I didn't know what it was, not yet. But something told me I wouldn't find it here.

I knew we were together, at least for now. And right then, while I still could, it was exactly where I wanted to be.

Maybe love stays. Maybe love can't. Maybe love shouldn't. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to. And love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives, say, 'Welcome. Make yourself comfortable.' If love leaves, ask her to leave the door open behind her. Turn off the music, listen to the quiet. Whisper, 'Thank you for stopping by.

Everything that happens is the last time it happens. We see things only as their own fatal brightness and there is nothing after that brightness.

Cada instante aparece para traer los siguientes. Me aferro a cada instante con toda el alma; sé que es único, irremplazable, y sin embargo no movería un dedo para impedir su aniquilación.

Going up, Herzong found a bouquet of violets, dropped from the hand of a woman. Perhaps a bride. Little perfume remained in them, but they made him remember... These violets smelled to him like female tears. He gave them a burial in the trash ca, hoping they had not dropped from a disappointed hand.

me?utim i ovo naše sadašnje razdoblje nestaje, i to možda brže od svih ostalih.

shrunken passages of his body. And then the body, too – ah, God! – wastes away; and leaves its bones, and even the bones at last wear away and crumble to dust in that shallow place of deposit. And thus humanized, this planet in its galaxy of stars and worlds goes from void to void, infinitesimal, aching with its unrelated significance.

The kids' rooms are not decorated. There are no pictures or posters on the doors or the walls, and that is true of all the rooms of the house in which my wife and kids live and the dorm room in which I spend most of my time. We are careful not to leave any marks, because you never know when it'll be time to get up and go.

thoughts die the moment they are embodied by words

And you know, these things don't last forever.' I know, Mandy. Nothing does.' That's the spirit.

Half the night I was on my knees before those flowers, and I regarded them as the pledges of your love; but those impressions grew fainter, and were at length effaced.

I pity those who make much ado about the transitory nature of all things and are lost in the contemplation of earthly vanity: are we not here to make the transitory permanent? This we can do only if we know how to value both.

Oh God, art is forever, And our life is brief.

All things transitory But as symbols are sent.

The flowers of life are but visionary. How many pass away, and leave no trace behind.

Verweile doch! Du bist so Schön!