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Transience Of Life Quotes

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Nick Mad
“Youth is a disease but it's curable and passes quickly.”
Nick Mad

Nick Mad
“Молодость — это болезнь, которая быстро излечивается.”
Nick Mad

John O'Donohue
“One of the most amazing recognitions of the human mind is that time passes. Everything that we experience somehow passes into a past invisible place: when you think of yesterday and the things that were troubling you and worrying you, and the intentions that you had and the people that you met, and you know you experienced them all, but when you look for them now, they are nowhere — they have vanished… It seems to me that our times are very concerned with experience, and that nowadays to hold a belief, to have a value, must be woven through the loom of one’s own experience, and that experience is the touchstone of integrity, verification and authenticity. And yet the destiny of every experience is that it will disappear.”
John O'Donohue

Walter Savage Landor
“I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak,
Alas! I would not check.
For reasons not to love him once I sought,
And wearied all my thought
To vex myself and him: I now would give
My love could he but live
Who lately lived for me, and, when he found
’Twas vain, in holy ground
He hid his face amid the shades of death.
I waste for him my breath
Who wasted his for me! but mine returns,
And this lorn bosom burns
With stifling heat, heaving it up in sleep,
And waking me to weep
Tears that had melted his soft heart: for years
Wept he as bitter tears.
Merciful God! such was his latest prayer,
These may she never share.
Quieter is his breath, his breast more cold,
Than daisies in the mould,
Where children spell, athwart the churchyard gate,
His name and life’s brief date.
Pray for him, gentle souls, whoe’er you be,
And oh! pray too for me!”
Walter Savage Landor

Marcus Aurelius
“We should remember that even Nature's inadvertence has its own charm, its own attractiveness. Take the baking of bread. The loaf splits open here and there, and those very cracks, in one way a failure of the baker's profession, somehow catch the eye and give particular stimulus to our appetite.”
Marcus Aurelius, Meditations

Mala Naidoo
“Memory is permanent and life's encounters, transient. - "Vindication Across Time”
Mala Naidoo, Vindication Across Time

Orhan Pamuk
“In those moments, he would realize that this city where he’d spent forty years of his life, where he’d passed through thousands and thousands of doors, getting to know the insides of people’s homes, was no less an ephemeral thing than the life he’d lived there and the memories he’d made.”
Orhan Pamuk, A Strangeness in My Mind

Mehmet Murat ildan
“Since nothing is permanent, will transience conform to this law and become permanent?”
Mehmet Murat ildan

Ryan Gelpke
“Everything is in flux, everything moves all the time. Nothing remains the same forever.”
Ryan Gelpke, We Tragic Few

Neena Verma
“1. “Death is the first thing to become certain the very moment life is conceived, and it is the only reality that remains abidingly definite all through life.” – Neena Verma, Grief ~ Growth ~ Grace – A Sacred Pilgrimage, Page 10”
Neena Verma, GRIEF GROWTH GRACE

Jorge Manrique
“Recuerde el alma dormida,
avive el seso y despierte
contemplando
cómo se pasa la vida,
cómo se viene la muerte
tan callando;
cuán presto se va el placer;
cómo después de acordado
da dolor;
cómo a nuestro parecer
cualquiera tiempo pasado
fue mejor.”
Jorge Manrique, Coplas a la muerte de su padre

“Life’s beauty is revealed in its fleeting nature; cherish the impermanence, for it makes every moment eternal.”
Aloo Denish Obiero

Natalia Beshqoy
“We think we only die at the end of our physical life but really, we die every day. Every decision we make that moves us in a new direction is a death. Every emotional release we experience is a death. Every idea we let go of is a death. Every memory we begin to see differently is a death.”
Natalia Beshqoy, Awakening: Spiritual Poems for Humanity