Quotes about Transience
Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.
- Jack Kerouac
And a bird who was on a crooked branch is suddenly gone without my even hearing him.
- Jack Kerouac
Like as the birds that gather in the trees of afternoon,' wrote Ashvhaghosha almost two thousand years ago, 'then at nightfall vanish all away, so are the separations of the world.
- Jack Kerouac
Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.
- George Bernard Shaw
Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably
- John Keats
No mind, no wisdom--temporary mind, temporary wisdom--eternal mind, eternal wisdom.
- Adoniram Judson
That a marriage ends is less than ideal; but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds.
- John Updike
Hours of ecstasy are never more than a moment
- Victor Hugo
What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant;
- Victor Hugo
There would seem to be nothing more obvious, more tangible and palpable than the present moment. And yet it eludes us completely. All the sadness of life lies in that fact. In the course of a single second, our senses of sight, of hearing, of smell, register (knowingly or not) a swarm of events and a parade of sensations and ideas passes through our head. Each instant represents a little universe, irrevocably forgotten in the next instant.
- Milan Kundera
She was experiencing the same odd happiness and odd sadness as then. The sadness meant: we are at the last station. The happiness meant: we are together.
- Milan Kundera
She wants to have her notebooks so that the flimsy framework of events, as she has constructed them in her school notebook, will be provided with walls and become a house she can live in. Because if the tottering structure of her memories collapses like a clumsily pitched tent, all that Tamina will be left with is the present, that invisible point, that nothingness moving slowly toward death.
- Milan Kundera