Quotes About Transience

Denn alles muß in Nichts zerfallen, wenn es im Sein beharren will.

Vorbei! ein dummes Wort. Warum vorbei? Vorbei und reines Nicht, vollkommnes Einerlei. Was soll uns denn das ew'ge Schaffen, Geschaffenes zu nichts hinwegzuraffen? Da ist's vorbei! Was ist daran zu lesen? Es ist so gut als wär es nicht gewesen, Und treibt sich doch im Kreis als wenn es wäre. Ich liebte mir dafür das Ewig-Leere.

É vero, io sono soltanto un viandante, un pellegrino su questa terra. Voi siete forse qualcosa di più?

Ihr naht euch wieder, schwankende Gestalten, Die früh sich einst dem trüben Blick gezeigt. Versuch ich wohl, euch diesmal festzuhalten? Fühl ich mein Herz noch jenem Wahn geneigt? Ihr drängt euch zu! nun gut, so mögt ihr walten, Wie ihr aus Dunst und Nebel um mich steigt; Mein Busen fühlt sich jugendlich erschüttert Vom Zauberhauch, der euren Zug umwittert.

O, atât de pieritor e omul, încât chiar acolo unde are certitudinea c? existen?a lui înseamn? ceva, acolo unde las? cu adev?rat urma prezen?ei lui în amintirea, în sufletul celor care îi sunt dragi, chiar ?i acolo urma aceasta trebuie s? se sting? ?i s? dispar?, ?i asta atât de curând!

Lo que brilla, ha nacido para el instante; lo auténtico permanece intacto para la posteridad.

Lo que brilla nació para el instante; lo auténtico permanece imperecedero en la posteridad.

Oh, man is so transient that even where he is really certain of his existence, even where he makes the one true impression of his presence, in the memory, in the soul of his dear ones, even there must he disappear, be extinguished, and that so soon!

Var! diyebilir misin? Her ?ey gelip geçmiyor mu? Her ?ey, rüzgâr gibi, yan?m?zdan esip uçmuyor mu? Her ?ey.. "

her ?ey gelip geçmiyor mu? her ?eyin, varolu?uyla birlikte sahip oldu?u gücü sonuna kadar tüketme f?rsat?n? bulmas? ender de?il midir? her ?ey, ak?nt?ya kap?l?yor, bat?r?l?yor ve kayalarda parçalanm?yor mu?

The year is dying. The wind blows across the stubble and finds there is nothing left for it to shake. Only the red berries on their slender trees still seem to want to remind us of something merrier and the beat of the thresher awakens in us the thought of how much life and nourishment lies hidden in the cut-down ear of corn.

Yüce Tanr?m, bu dünyada sevdi?imiz her ?eyden ayr?lmak zorunda m?y?z ?

Minden, minden elmúlt! Semmi jele annak a volt világnak, egyetlen szívdobbanás sem maradt akkori érzéseimb?l. Mintha kísértet volnék, amely visszatér kiégett, romos kastélyába, dús fejedelem korában maga építette, tündökl?n fölékesített palotájába, amelyet haldoklásában is reménnyel telve hagyott szeretett fiára.

We might realize that the present moment may be one of an eternal or sempiternal series of moments, all of which will resemble it because, in some ways, they are the present, and won't in other ways, because the present will be the past by that time.

We never live long enough in our lives to know what today is like. — John Ashbery, from "The Improvement," And the Stars were Shining (Noonday Press, 1994)

He knows that after him everything will continue on much as before, except that there will be a minuscule absence, a barely detective gap in the so-called grand scheme, one unit fewer now. Or not even that, not even an empty space where he once was, for all will rush immediately to fill that vacuum. Pft. Gone. Recollections of him will remain in the minds of others for a while, but presently those others too will die and his few relics with them. And then all will be dark.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.

When I open my wallet to show my papers pay money or check the time of a train I look at your face. The flower's pollen is older than the mountains Aravis is young as mountains go. The flower's ovules will be seeding still when Aravis then aged is no more than a hill. The flower in the heart's wallet, the force of what lives us outliving the mountain. And our faces, my heart, brief as photos.

Clouds gather visibility, and then disperse into invisibility. All appearances are of the nature of clouds.

cómo clama la tierra por cada muerto mientras da manzanas, topos fugaces, minúsculos pájaros

I seldom go into a natural history museum without feeling as if I were attending a funeral.

We are already dead but not yet in the ground. - Fear

Philosophers] are like a traveler passing through a field at night who in a momentary lightning flash sees far and wide, but the sight vanishes so swiftly that he is plunged again into the darkness of night before he can take even a step-let alone be directed on the way by its help.

We see how mankind,   without well thinking what they are doing, pursue, with impetuous and   ardent affections, the transitory things of this world; but, in thus   catching at the empty shadow of a happy life, they lose true happiness   itself. In