Quotes About Ephemerality

The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.

Minutes, hours, days, months, and years, Pass'd over to the end they were created, Would bring white hairs unto a quiet grave. Ah, what a life were this!

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

Each instant of life is a step toward death.

There is no life and there is no death. Life and death are moving shadows cast upon the ground by clouds that sweep across the sky.

The Enlightened one has told you in never-to-be-forgotten words that this little span of life is but a passing shadow, a fleeting thing.

Life is used up all the same, whether we save, spend, or waste it.

Gratitude's got a short half-life, Clarice.

Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Could'st thou sip and sip it up; Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away.

Achievements of life are momentary, but realizations are longer lasting.

Life is the one thing you cannot get out of alive.

Time fleeth on, Youth soon is gone, Naught earthly may abide; Life seemeth fast, But may not last-- It runs as runs the time.

All ends are temporary and all life is born from death.

Striking from the CalendarUnborn Tomorrow and dead Yesterday.

Each Morn a thousand Roses brings, you say:Yes, but where leaves the Rose of Yesterday?

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,Before we too into the Dust descend;Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!

The best reason to take your time is that this time is the only time you'll ever have.

Man wants but little, nor that little long.

An actor is a sculptor who carves in snow.

Every day in the world is someone's Birthday and someone's Deathday.

To think that a man Has but fifty years to live under heaven. Surely this world Is nothing but a vain dream. Living but one life, Is there anything that does not decay?

While life is being postponed, it rushes past.

De dónde llegan las fechas y a dónde van? Viajan un año entero y con la precisión de una saeta se clavan en el día señalado, nos muestran un pasado, un presente en el espacio, nos deslumbran y se apagan.

Hay dos clases de amistad, una pasajera como un cometa y otra que dura toda la vida como las estrellas.