Quotes About Ephemerality

Exhaust the little moment. Soon it dies. And be it gash or gold it will not come again in this identical guise.

What could I say? That I didn't care about living? That with every day of life more and more is being subtracted from less and less? Minus this second. Minus this second. That I was tired of collecting the millions of minutes, killing the idle thousands of hours?

Lisa smiled. 'You know how sometimes, you catch the faintest hint of movement in the corner of your eye, then you blink and it's gone? That's them.

We all have a shelf life.

There is only now,' he says, 'and if now is only two days, then two days is your life and everything in it will be in proportion.

But that isn't why. The why is that none of it matters. Not school, not cheerleading, not boyfriends or friends or parties or creative writing programs or Ã¢â'¬Â¦Ã¢â'¬Â She waves her arms at the world. "It's all just time filler until we die.

Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.

It's all just time filler until we die.

She waves her arms at the world. "It's all just time filler until we die.

Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day. The best I've had in months.

Like everything else that doesn't last, today is gone now, but it was a pretty good day.

The clock strikes off the hollow half-hours of all the life that is left to you, one by one.

They dropped like flakes, they dropped like stars, Like petals from a rose, When suddenly across the lune A wind with fingers goes. They perished in the seamless grass, No eye could find the place; But God on his repealless list Can summon every face

When you wanted to savor something, it would speed by in a blur. When you wanted to get past something, it would drag on forever. Elaine

I would like to go for a ride with you, have you take me to stand before a river in the dark where hundreds of lightning bugs blink this code in sequence: right here, nowhere else! Right now, never again!

Novelty, the most potent of all attractions, is also the most perishable.

In a certain sense the past is far more real, or at any rate more stable, more resilient than the present. The present slips and vanishes like sand between the fingers, acquiring material weight, only in its recollection.

I see the state of all of us who live, nothing more than phantoms or a weightless shadow.

Life is short, and every moment is precious.

All things pass, all things, that is, but mystery.

Time brings an end to everything. We should not mistake for a tragedy what is no more than the passage of time.

Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.

Today, so long, so strange, so bitter; will soon be some forgotten yesterday.

Show business imposes its own strict temporality: no matter how many CDs or DVDs we own, it would still have been better to have been there, to have seen the living performers in the richness of their being and to have participated, however briefly, in the glory of their performance.