transitory nature Quotes

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."

Life is a fragment, a moment between two eternities.

This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.

For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and among those exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

And these things that keep alive on departure know that you praise them; transient, they look to us, the most transient, to be their rescue. They want us to change them completely, in our invisible hearts, into -- O endlessly -- us! Whoever, finally, we may be.

Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: As star at dawn, a bubble in a stream A flash of lightning in a summer cloud A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream

We are all ghosts of yesterday, and the phantom of tomorrow awaits us alike in sunshine or in shadow, dimly perceived at times, never entirely lost.

There were momentary visitations. I was a visitor, not an inhabitant. I think I say that at the beginning of the book: "I have made visits to the earth in my body, but it's always been as a visitor."

The world is changing every moment, and is therefore unreal. It has non permanent existence.

Everything is relative in this world, where change alone endures.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

The aims of scientific thought are to see the general in the particular and the eternal in the transitory.

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!

Beauty is the moment of transition, as if the form were just ready to flow into other forms.

After a while you learn that everything stops.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

Life has a very simple plot: first you're here and then you're not.

Everything passes. There is great beauty in this, both in the passing of pain and in the passing of pleasure. When things present themselves to you as permanent, don't believe it.