Quotes About Ephemerality

Short then is the time which every man lives, and small the nook of the earth where he lives; and short too the longest posthumous fame...

it is only this present, a moment of time, that a man lives: all the rest either has been lived or may never

it is only this present, a moment of time, that a man lives: all the rest either has been lived or may never be.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth: quickly too utter oblivion drowns them. And I am talking of those who shone with some wonderful brilliance: the rest, once they have breathed their last, are immediately 'beyond sigh, beyond knowledge'. But what in any case is everlasting memory? Utter emptiness.

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.

The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish, drying on sand.

They blink and reality shivers.

You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.

We have learned to see the world in gasps. To

I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water. I have been obliterated for her. I am only a shadow now, far back behind the glib shiny surface of this photograph. A shadow of a shadow, as dead mothers become. You can see it in her eyes: I am not there.

Technology has the shelf life of a banana.

Do not be proud of wealth, people, relations and friends, or youth. All these are snatched by time in the blink of an eye. Giving up this illusory world, know and attain the Supreme.

The years go by one after the other; time slips past us with out our being aware of it; we grow old like ordinary men and we shall end like them.

You only live once, for a very short time. So make every second divine.

Our lives are but specks of dust falling through the fingers of time. Like sands of the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.

Time is for dragonflies and angels. The former live too little and the latter live too long.

Just the other day, it seems, the kids were running through the house, slamming doors, breaking glass, making noise. Time goes by so quickly. Sometimes everything seems so fleeting.

But time, it is like charm. You never have as much as you think.

I'm not here for a long time. I'm here for a short time

I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us

The photograph keeps open the instants which the onrush of time closes up forthwith; it destroys the overtaking, the overlapping, the metamorphosis of time.

Your time has a limit set to it. Use it, then, to advance your enlightenment; or it will be gone, and never in your power again.

Remember: Matter: how tiny your share of it. Time: how brief and fleeting your allotment of it. Fate: how small a role you play in it.