I see gr-reat changes takin' place ivry day but no change at all ivry fifty years.
Pleasure, like the sparrow, never sits on any one branch too long.
(n.) Alt. of Transiency
The rays which stream through the shutter will be no longer remembered when the shutter is wholly removed.
Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them.
When he was young, he told her, each phase of his life, each self he tried on, had seemed reassuringly temporary. Its imperfections didn't matter, because he could easily replace one moment by the nex...
You can't step into the same river twice.
There are three things which the public will always clamor for sooner or later: namely novelty novelty novelty.
The theatre is certainly a place for learning about the brevity of human glory: oh all those wonderful glittering absolutely vanished pantomimes.
You're saying nothing lasts forever, he heard the fellow whine. (Well, pretty trite, he thought.)No, he heard her say. I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and amongst those exce...
There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands.
The more things change the more they stay the same. (Plus ca change plus c'est la meme chose.)
As I age in the world it will rise and spread,and be for this place horizonand orison, the voice of its winds.I have made myself a dream to dreamof its rising, that has gentled my nights.Let me desire...
The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen and the sun burnt Time,...
When you get there there isn't any there there.
Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life—a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple—the painter is giving you a secret message. He’s telling you that living things don’t last—it’s all temporar...
I can generally bear the separation but I don't like the leave-taking.
The beauty of this day doesn't depend on its lasting forever.
What is actual is actual only for one time. And only for one place.
The days come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party but they say nothing and if we do not use the gifts they bring they carry them as silently away.
You shall not go down twice to the same river, nor can you go home again. That he knew; indeed it was the basis of his view of the world. Yet from that acceptance of transience he evolved his vast the...