Transience of Existence Quotes

Death is the solution to all problems. No man - no problem.

In all the universe nothing remains permanent and unchanged but the spirit.

We are all of us resigned to death: it's life we aren't resigned to.

The May of life blooms once and never again.

Remember that even if you were to live for three thousand years, or thirty thousand, you could not lose any other life than the one you have, and there will be no other life after it. So the longest and the shortest lives are the same. The present moment is shared by all living creatures, but the time that is past is gone forever. No one can lose the past or the future, for if they don't belong to you, how can they be taken from you?

If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day . . . the here, the now.

Time bears away all things.

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this flood of encounters, struggles, dreams...

This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

In human life there is constant change of fortune; and it is unreasonable to expect an exemption from the common fate. Life itself decays, and all things are daily changing.

Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.

Brief is this existence, as a visit in a strange house. The path to be pursued is poorly lit by a flickering consciousness.

History says, 'Don't hope on this side of the grave.'

All is vanity, look you; and so the preacher is vanity too.

We are all dying. Every single day that we are alive.

How strange and awful is the synthesis of life and death in the gusty winds and falling leaves of an autumnal day!

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.

Our lives disappear, even as we live them.

This book is called "Blue Nights" because at the time I began it I found my mind turning increasingly to illness, to the end of promise, the dwindling of the days,the inevitability of the fading, the dying of the brightness. Blue nights are the opposite of the dying of the brightness, but they are also its warning.

A life is a moment in season. A life is one snowfall. A life is one autumn day. A life is the delicate, rapid edge of a closing door's shadow. A life is a brief movement of arms and of legs.

Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.

Life is death in slow motion.

We are here just for a spell and then pass on. So get a few laughs and do the best you can. Live your life so that whenever you lose it, you are ahead.