Quotes About Transience

We are all treading the vanishing road of a song in the air, the vanishing road of the spring flowers and the winter snows, the vanishing roads of the winds and the streams, the vanishing road of beloved faces.

When we look at the flowers, we suddenly forget so many important things. We forget that all flowers die. We forget that winter will come again. We forget that nothing really endures and that, like the flowers that die at the end of the growing season, we'll join them in the cold ground.

I never want to overstay my welcome for any character. I would rather people are excited by the ideas a character generates in them rather than feeling bored and wishing he would just go away.

Every wave, regardless of how high and forceful it crests, must eventually collapse within itself.

I used to get quite upset that I'd make friends with a guy or a girl and then within the space of three years we'd move and go and live somewhere else, and you'd have to say goodbye to that person.

Without accepting the fact that everything changes, we cannot find perfect composure. But unfortunately, although it is true, it is difficult for us to accept it. Because we cannot accept the truth of transience, we suffer.

Let me tell you something - being thought of as a beautiful woman has spared me nothing in life. No heartache, no trouble. Love has been difficult. Beauty is essentially meaningless and it is always transitory.

What springs from earth dissolves to earth again, and heaven-born things fly to their native seat.

No one is guaranteed their next moment, or their next breath; yet, humanity has a habit of thinking of its existence on the earth as eternal. Those who are rooted and grounded in Christ know that life is just a vapor.

I've stopped taking myself seriously because now I understand how fickle my thoughts are.

Try listening to yourself sometime, alone in a transient room in a strange town. The worst is when you draw a blank, and the ash-blonde ghosts of the past carry on long twittering long-distance calls with your inner ear, and there's no way to hang up.

Our time consumes like smoke, and posts away; Nor can we treasure up a month or day: The sand within the transitory glass Doth haste, and so our silent minutes pass.

knowledge of our own mortality

El ánfora funesta del divino veneno que ha de ser por la vida la tortura interior, la consciencia espantable de nuestro humano cieno y el horror de sentirse pasajero, el horror de ir a tientas, en intermitentes espantos, hacia lo inevitable, desconocido, y la pesadilla brutal de este dormir de llantos ¡de la cual no hay más que Ella que nos despertará!

É preciso caminhar rápido. O tempo é breve. Não há tempo para atender a todos os convites da beleza à beira do caminho. A vida é breve. Que pena...

Tudo o que amamos, tudo o que é belo, passa.

Lo, all our pomp of yesterdayIs one with Nineveh and Tyre!

The tumult and the shouting dies;The captains and the kings depart.

This world's existence is one night long. There's a great lively gathering that night, but some people sleep through it.

Some people become an integral part of our lives; others are ships that pass in the night. Short stories, in fact. My

To the modern politician and planner, men are the flies of a summer, oblivious of their past, reckless of their future.

Some of us come here as shooting stars, to shine brightly for only the briefest moment, and others of us come and overstay our welcome, living to a ripe old age and forgetting our own names.

Live. For Now. For the time being.

The way you write ronin is ?? with the character for wave and the character for person, which is pretty much how I feel, like a little wave person, floating around on the stormy sea of life.