Quotes About Ephemerality

Un enamoramiento no es eterno. El amor es un don mágico que hay que construir con infinita paciencia

Everything comes to an end, reader. It is an old truism to which may be added that not everything that lasts, lasts for long. This latter part is not readily admitted; on the contrary the idea that an air castle lasts longer than the very air of which it is made is hard to get out of a person's head, and this is fortunate, otherwise the custom of making those almost eternal constructions might be lost.

The past had vanished and become nothing; the future was the inconceivable nothingness of annihilation. All that was left was the ceaselessly shrinking fragment of time called 'now'.

And although thus short, we shorten many ways, Living so little while we are alive; In eating, drinking, sleeping, vain delight So unawares comes on perpetual night, And puts all pleasures vain unto eternal flight.

As lover you reach forward to a point in time called "then" when you will bite into the long-desired apple. Meanwhile you are aware that as soon as "then" supervenes upon "now," the bittersweet moment, which is your desire, will be gone. You cannot want that, and yet you do.

Todas as imagens irão desaparecer. (...) Vão desperecer todas de uma só vez como aconteceu com milhares de imagens situadas atrás dos rostos dos avós mortos há meio século, dos pais também eles já mortos. (...) Subitamente, desaparecerão milhares de palavras que serviram para nomear as coisa, os rostos das pessoas, as ações e os sentimentos, para pôr ordem no mundo, para fazer bater o coração e humedecer o sexo.

Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.

Her ÅŸey deÄŸiÅŸir. Her ÅŸey yerini bulur ve sonra yok olur.

The thing is, baby, you don't have long,' he said. 'We don't have long. Dancers are like dragonflies – in one day, dead in the water the next. So you just have to work, all the time, because if you don't love it, and if you don't want to do it so much that it's like breathing to you, then you might as well stop now.

Sometimes," said Julia, "I feel the past and the future pressing so hard on either side that there's no room for the present at all.

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses

All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back.

He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

There was nothing, it seemed, that grew stale so soon as pleasure.

But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

For him time stood still and then every few years accelerated in a rush, like the quick re-wind of a film, but for Nicole the years slipped away by clock and calendar and birthday, with the added poignance of her perishable beauty.

Minute by minute the sweetness drained down into her out of the willow trees, out of the dark world.

Lo! willow leaves have gone, Without getting grey-haired.

Triste de quem é feliz ! Vive porque a vida dura. Nada na alma lhe diz Mais que a lição da raiz Ter por vida a sepultura.

Nada fica de nada. Nada somos. Um pouco ao sol e ao ar nos atrasamos Da irrespirável treva que nos pese Da húmida terra imposta, Cadáveres adiados que procriam. Leis feitas, 'státuas vistas, odes findas - Tudo tem cova sua. Se nós, carnes A que um íntimo sol dá sangue, temos Poente, porque não elas? Somos contos contando contos, nada.

Compuestos de células vivas y en desagregación, estamos hechos de muerte.

Domani anch'io - l'anima che sente e pensa, l'universo che io sono per me stesso - si, domani anch'io sarò soltanto uno che ha smesso di passare in queste strade, uno che altri evocheranno vagamente con un che ne sarà stato di lui?. E tutto quanto ora faccio, quanto ora sento e vivo non sarà niente di più che un passante in meno nella quotidianità delle strade di qualsiasi città.

Death is what we are and what we live. We are born dead, we deadly exist, and we are already dead when we enter Death. Whatever lives, lives because it changes; it changes because it passes; and, because it passes, it dies. Whatever lives is constantly transforming into something else – it continually denies itself, it perpetually evades life. Life is thus an interval, a link, a relation, but a relation between what has passed and what will pass, a dead interval between Death and Death.

Death means being subject to some external reality, and we, in each and every moment of our lives, are both a reflection and an effect of what surrounds us. Death underlies every living gesture. We are born dead, we live dead, and we enter death already dead. Composed of living cells and in a state of permanent dissolution, we are made of death.