Quotes about Transience

But nothing on this earth is guaranteed, when you get right down to it, you know? I've been thinking about that. About how your kids aren't really YOURS, they're just these people that you try to keep an eye on, and hope you'll all grow up someday to like each other and still be in one piece. What I mean is, everything you get is really just on loan. Does that make sense? Sure, I said. Like library books. Sooner or later they've all got to go back into the nightdrop.

High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.

Everything in this world will pass away. In eternity only Love will remain.

What a difference! Under the esthetic sky, everything is buoyant, beautiful, transient! when ethics arrives on the scene, everything becomes harsh, angular and infinitely boring

Everyone has come to understand that unconditional love is a reality, but with as shelf life of about eight to ten seconds.

When I look upon the tombs of the great, every emotion of envy dies in me; when I read the epitaphs of the beautiful, every inordinate desire goes out; when I meet with the grief of parents upon a tombstone, my heart melts with compassion; when I see the tomb of the parents themselves, I consider the vanity of grieving for those whom we must quickly follow;

I believe that I know and share the many sorrows and sad circumstances that a human being can experience, but I do not cling to them, I do not prolong such moments of agony. They pass through me, like life itself, as a broad, eternal stream, they become part of that stream, and life continues. And as a result all my strength is preserved, does not become tagged onto futile sorrow or rebelliousness.

I am trying to teach my mind to bear the long, slow growth of the fields, and to sing of its passing while it waits.

Blossoming flowers look beautiful before they're cut or picked, but without soil or water they wither more quickly than grass.

Special days, special moments don't last forever. Anyone knows that. Breezes of change blow hard and fast.

Women on trains have a life that is exactly livable the precision of days flashing past

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...