Quotes About Ephemerality

Si incontreranno per tre volte, ma ogni volta sarà l'unica, e la prima, e l'ultima.

We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out.

If people threw away their money as thoughtlessly as they throw away their time, we would think them insane. Yet time is infinitely more precious than money because money can't buy time.

Death comes to me again, a girl in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling. It's not so terrible she tells me, not like you think, all darkness and silence. There are windchimes and the smell of lemons, some days it rains, but more often the air is dry and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase built from hair and bone and listen to the voices of the living. I like it, she says, shaking the dust from her hair, especially when they fight, and when they sing.

Live while you can live, then die and be done with it.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

Memory is ours as long as we live. Every person is like a snowflake. Every person, like every snowflake is unique. Both people and snowflakes have intricate patterns which have never been replicated and never will. Yet both people and snowflakes melt away before our eyes. Each is frail. Each is, in its own way, something beautiful. Each is so very delicate and vulnerable. Each is precious beyond words.

Flowers whisper "Beauty!" to the world, even as they fade, wilt, fall.

Live like a star, that always and mesmerize others by its beauty but doesn't anyone by its illuminance and becomes a meteoroid itself...

The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

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

All that may be wished for, will by nature fade to nothing.

Life's temporary for a reason, it gets boring after awhile.

One can live for years sometimes without living at all, and then all life comes crowding into one single hour.

The shortness of life, so often lamented, may be the best thing about it.

Life is like that - twenty minutes of misery for every two seconds of joy.

How short is human life! the very breath Which frames my words accelerates my death.

When we see life, we call it beautiful. When we see death, we call it ugly. But it is more beautiful still to see oneself living at great speed, right up to the moment of death.

The part of life which we really live is short.

We [people] may enjoy this fleeting beauty [of life] for such a brief instance. And then we are compost. G - , the creator-destroyer, certainly has a strange sense of humor!

Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.

They say that even the brightest star won't shine forever. But in fact, the brightest star would live the shortest amount of time. Feel free to extract whatever life lesson you want from that.

Life's essential length is only a few pages long, as succinct as a line of verse and as brief as the title of a poem.