Quotes About Ephemerality

But I also knew that there was no going back. One can never go back; nothing and no one is ever the same. All that remained was an occasional evening of sadness, the sadness that we all feel because everything passes and because man is the only animal who knows it.

I am conscious of the nameless sadness of Time that runs and runs on and changes, and when a man returns he shall find nothing again. —Yes, it is a hard thing to part; but to come back again, that is sometimes far harder.

Time lost can never be recovered," he said, "and this should be written in flaming letters everywhere.

Maybe I have had all my life in three days, he thought. If that's true I wish we would have spent the last night differently. But last nights are never any good. Last nothings are any good.

It is the fact that time is passing that creates its preciousness.

It was in a place where the days would go by and surprise anyone that they were over.

Is all this an image of time? Everything disintegrates before our very eyes.

Like the vain curlings of the watery maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking weight does raise, So Man, declining always, disappears In the weak circles of increasing years; And his short tumults of themselves compose, While flowing Time above his head does close.

Life is a breath, a passing breeze; a blade of grass, green and vibrant for a time, only to wither, die, and disappear. Soon you will be dead.

We here a blink of an eye, even if we make it 75, 80 years, you still here a blink of an eye. Enjoy it.

Everything is temporary. Everything is bound to end.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Best while you have it use your breath, There is no drinking after death. John Fletcher, The Bloody Brother

Fair daffodils, we weep to seeYou haste away so soon.

So when or you or I are madeA fable, song, or fleeting shade,All love, all liking, all delightLies drowned with us in endless night.

Keep an eye to the future, and ear to the past, and after thinking it over notice nothing much lasts.

Syndicated columnist Harvey Mackay said, "Time is free, but it's priceless. You can't own it, but you can use it. You can't keep it, but you can spend it. Once you've lost it, you can never get it back.

Some things last, she thought. Rocks, rivers, old covered bridges. And some things don't last. Hot August nights and everything they bring with them. They elude us, so we go on without them, eventually we die and there is no sign of us.

The flesh of my body Is nothing in my longing. What you think I want Will be pure dust after hundreds of years and something from me be crying to something from you High up in their air.

Time is the twine to tie our lives into parcels of years and months. Or a rubber band stretched to suit our fancy. Time can be the pretty ribbon in a little girl's hair. Or the lines in your face, stealing your youthful colour and your hair.' He sighed and smiled sadly. 'But in the end, time is a noose around the neck, strangling slowly.

You can be gone tomorrow.

there is nothing real or true that is timeless

Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week's time.