Quotes About Ephemerality

Time isn't a commodity, something you pass around like a cake. Time is substance of life. When anyone asks you to give your time, they're really asking for a chunk of your life.

Out of a hundred years a few minutes were made that stayed with me, not a hundred years.

My great day came and went, I do not know how. Because it did not pass through dawn when it came, nor through dusk when it went.

Lo que dicen las palabras no dura. Duran las palabras. Porque las palabras son siempre las mismas y lo que dicen no es nunca lo mismo.

In full light we are not even a shadow.

Ylimielisyys on lyhytikäinen elätti.

Faith, sir, we are here today, and gone tomorrow.

We grasp at Time, but cannot hold One minute of his treasured hour; He tarries not, though oft we pray That he will rest in youth's bright bower.

Porque tudo que é vivo morre.

You never conquer a mountain. You stand on the summit a few moments; then the wind blows your footprints away.

The day after tomorrow you'll say that only the day before you saw someone who no longer exists. He stays in your memory for a split second and then vanishes.

I've learnt that money comes very quickly, but it leaves even quicker.

People who light up like Roman candles come down in the dark very quickly.

Everything that gets born dies.

Non poteva essere altrimenti. Il mondo non aveva consistenza, poiché era formato della cenere di astri bruciati.

I paint flowers so they will not die.

Hälfte des Lebens Mit gelben Birnen hänget Und voll mit wilden Rosen Das Land in den See, Ihr holden Schwäne, Und trunken von Küssen Tunkt ihr das Haupt Ins heilignüchterne Wasser. Weh mir, wo nehm' ich, wenn Es Winter ist, die Blumen, und wo Den Sonnenschein, Und Schatten der Erde? Die Mauern stehn Sprachlos und kalt, im Winde Klirren die Fahnen.

Love's cruel notion. - Every great love brings with it the cruel idea of killing the object of that love, so that he may be removed once and for all from the wicked game of change: for love dreads change more than it does destruction.

Cease, cows, life is short.

Fame is everywhere; the 15 minutes are now the dominant themes of our times.

What springs from earth dissolves to earth again, and heaven-born things fly to their native seat.

I like when things happen very quickly, just flash in and flash out. It keeps things interesting.

Not one-not one single moment of time past can ever be got back. Not one little thing can escape change and death. Lost, the early Republic of our agrarian dream. We fought for it in battle and destroyed the thing we fought for. Lost, the years of our youth. They were good days and many, and they are all gone. And think of all the girls, John, the lovely girls, the lushloined girls who have gone down into the gulf of years.

Wenn man plötzlich die Uhr ticken hört, dann hört man nichts anderes mehr. Und ich habe Angst davor, eines Tages nichts mehr zu sein. Ich habe ngst davor, zu Asche und Staub zu werden...