Quotes About Ephemerality

Nothing of nothing remains. We're nothing. In the sun and air we put off briefly The unbreathable darkness of damp earth Whose weight we'll have to bear— Postponed corpses that procreate. Laws passed, statues seen, odes finished— All have their grave. If we, heaps of flesh Made sanguine by an inner sun, Must set, then why not they? We're tales telling tales, nothing…

Maestro, son plácidas todas las horas que malgastamos, si al malgastarlas, cual en un jarrón, ponemos flores.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

Life is temporary. We die one day. Live it up!

And if I have kids one day, I can tell them that I was famous on Instagram, which is really funny, and they will think that I'm really lame. Everything is temporary.

Whenever I am tempted to get stressed out about the spotlight, I remind myself that one day I will be long forgotten, and that I will miss it.

We all go to our grave thinking that we will never be forgotten, and we are forgotten ten minutes later.

Time just gets away from you so quickly. And there's these moments that will never come around again. And there's something so terrifying, but also so beautiful about that.

Any great "experience"—irrespective of how much bliss it may bestow—remains for some time, and then leaves.

Appearance implies disappearance also: whatever appears must also disappear.

I'd love her until the end of time, he thought. An hour later he'd already forgotten the matter completely.

Only for a few moments, my dear. Only for a few moments.

Nature knows that people are a tide that swells and in time will ebb, and all their works dissolve ... As for us: We must uncenter our minds from ourselves. We must unhumanize our views a little and become confident as the rock and ocean that we are made from.

If you put pussy willows in water, they'll blossom and then die. Just put them in the vase alone, and they'll stay beautiful forever.

Perfect preservation isn't life, it's death.

The night before, a whole day could have shape and design. But when it was upon you, it could vanish tragically to air.

vida es eso, Pablo; todo lo que sabemos, todo lo que disfrutamos, todo lo que somos desaparecerá con la muerte. Y da igual que aprendamos la melodía diez años o diez minutos antes del final. Ese final llegará y lo borrará todo. Pero, mientras llega, eso es lo que somos.

A veces me embarga la intuición de la profundidad, de que somos más que el mero momento que vivimos y que la carne efímera.

La vida es eso, Pablo; todo lo que sabemos, todo lo que disfrutamos, todo lo que somos desaparecerá con la muerte. Y da igual que aprendamos la melodía diez años o diez minutos antes del final. Ese final llegará y lo borrará todo. Pero, mientras llega, eso es lo que somos.

She walked on and on till she melted out of the picture - like - like a shadow jumping over a candle ...

In the time it takes to say 'now,' now is already over. It's already 'then.' 'Then' is the opposite of 'now.' So saying 'now' obliterates its meaning, turning it into exactly what it isn't.

You can't hold on to water or keep it from leaking away.

I whispered Now! ... Now! ... Now! ... over and over, faster and faster, into the wind as the world whipped by, trying to catch the moment when the word was what it is: when now became NOW. But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.

whispered Now! . . . Now! . . . Now! . . . over and over, faster and faster, into the wind as the world whipped by, trying to catch the moment when the word was what it is: when now became NOW. But in the time it takes to say now, now is already over. It's already then.