Quotes About Transience

How difficult it is to see The things we love With all this shadow round us, This brief time we're here.

I was given some bits of rock sugar and a few flower petals which I did not of course like to throw away so that I was still clutching them on the bus back to Satipur. When I thought Inder Lal was not looking, I respectfully tipped them out the side of the bus, but they have left the palm of my hand sticky and with a lingering smell of sweetness and decay that is still there as I write.

If someone asks about the mind of this monk, say it is no more than a passage of wind in the vast sky.

I must go there today - Tomorrow the plum blossoms Will scatter.

Some people want to go forever, I just want to burn off hard and bright.

Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow, Serenaded by a stray bird or two. Kings and commoners end up the same, No more enduring than last night's dream.

Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow, Serenaded by a stray bird or two. Kings and commoners end up the same, No more enduring than last night's dream.

See and realize that this world is not permanent. Neither late nor early flowers will remain.

Our job is like a baker's work -- his rolls are tasty as long as they're fresh; after two days they're stale; after a week, they're covered with mould and fit only to be thrown out.

We are here among people who don't contemplate transience and the existence of the soul, the meaning of life and the nature of being. We are in a world in which man, crawling on the earth, tries to dig a few grains of wheat out of the mud just to survive another day.

Nothing is forever, if you have enough power tools.

The chalk marks are transient, the formulas eternal.

Bazen insan avunmak için ba?ka çare bulam?yor ama, sen nefsine hâkim ol. Biraz daha ya?land?ktan sonra nas?l olsa ba?lars?n. Hatta o zaman laz?md?r da. Ak?amdan ak?ama iki kadehin zarar? yoktur. ?nsana dünyay? unutturur. Eh, bu dünya da unutulacak dünya zaten...

I want you to understand: however big one is in the world, tomorrow morning if I fall dead or you fall dead, the world will go on just fine—maybe better—without us!

You may think right now that you are going to your office, home, or football match, but as far as your body is concerned, it is going, moment by moment, straight toward the grave.

Cuando se ha tenido peso cuesta ser un soplo.

Somos os vencidos provisórios de um injusto destino.

The memory of everything is very soon overwhelmed in time.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

All things of the body stream away like a river, all things of the mind are dreams and delusion; life is warfare, and a visit to a strange land; the only lasting fame is oblivion.

In the life of a man, his time is but a moment, his being an incessant flux, his sense a dim rushlight, his body a prey of worms, his soul an unquiet eddy, his fortune dark, his fame doubtful. In short, all that is body is as coursing waters, all that is of the soul as dreams and vapors.

All of us are creatures of a day; the rememberer and the remembered alike. All is ephemeral—both memory and the object of memory. The time is at hand when you will have forgotten everything; and the time is at hand when all will have forgotten you. Always reflect that soon you will be no one, and nowhere.

Soon, you will have forgotten everything. Soon, everybody will have forgotten you.

Everything is banal in experience, fleeting in duration, sordid in content; in all respects the same today as generations now dead and buried have found it to be.