Quotes About Ephemerality

To freeze time, to hold on to youth, this business makes no sense. It's always time that wins in the end.

Time is liquid. One moment is no more important than any other and all moments quickly run away.

Time is, in fact, a cross to bear, it passes on inexorably and remorselessly, destroying everything in its wake, save art and works of the intellect.

Time's chariot-wheels make their carriage-road in the fairest face.

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; To every day we live, a day we die.

There is no remembrance which time does not obliterate, nor pain which death does not terminate.

No matter what we are, and what we sing, Time finds a withered leaf in every laurel

We are swimming on the face of time and all else has drowned, is drowning, or will drown.

Hope, O my soul, hope. Watch carefully, for everything passes quickly, even though your impatience turns a very short time into a long one.

Photographing expresses human desire to preserve passing time. It is like a man struggling with time that elapses, and in general - a desire to preserve oneself.

By the time I recognize this moment, this moment will be gone. . . But I will bend the light, pretend that it somehow lingered on

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

Robert Burns said it best: "Life is but a day at most.

How quickly a moment sinks into the past.

It is the very nature of this world that all things are devoured and time is a mouth as bloody as any other.

Time makes us pointless.

Now I see my children and I know that they are figures in a lantern show, that their sense of permanence is an illusion, because all around us time is unstoppable.

Everything in this life passes away — only God remains, only He is worth struggling towards. We have a choice: to follow the way of this world, of the society that surrounds us, and thereby find ourselves outside of God; or to choose the way of life, to choose God Who calls us and for Whom our heart is searching.

but I know somebody must be thinking about us because if they weren't we'd just disappear just like those Indians who used to climb the pueblos. Those Indians disappeared with food still cooking in the pot and air waiting to be breathed and they turned into birds or dust or the blue of the sky or the yellow of the sun. There they were and suddenly they were forgotten for just a second and for just a second nobody thought about them and then they were gone.

Nothing ever really happens, you know. Life is infinitesimal and incremental and inconsequential.

Death is always incongruous.

All life is no more than a match struck in the dark and blown out again.