Quotes About Ephemerality

Every leaf knows that time is very short. All life must be lived before the autumn comes!

Man often thinks of either his past or his future and in the mean time today passes like a fast train, disappearing forever on the horizon of life!

Life goes quickly, doesn't it?

Oh! how the hours hasten to change into days, the days into months, the months into years, and those into life's annihilation!

I don't live life to be remembered for anything.

Since we must all die sooner or later, let us enjoy life while we can!

Each moment of life is a step toward death.

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored.

Life is divided into three periods: that which has been, that which is, that which will be. Of these the present is short, the future is doubtful, the past is certain.

In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.

And what is Life? - An hour-glass on the run

Every moment of life mattered. Even the perfect snowflake that alighted on his palm and melted in seconds.

Life is absolutely unbearable. And we're going to die.

So dawn goes down today... Nothing gold can stay. -- Robert Frost

Life is but a day: A fragile dewdrop on its perilious way From a tree's summit

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

tiris the bittersweet awareness that all things must end.

I was deeply impressed by the fact that my life could lose three days without my having any awareness of it. Maybe this was a preview of death: continuous visions and dreams and vague glimpses of reality. Only with death you never wake up: you keep having the weird images forever.

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 surrounded with people who think that what we have been doing for that one-fortieth of a second can go on indefinitely. They are considered normal, but they are stark, raving mad.

Perfect moments don't turn into half-hours.

Life, struck sharp on death,Makes awful lightning.

Did he think to win them over like this? She remembered the boyish charm he had once possessed and wondered where it had gone. Perhaps like a bag of gold dust with an open top, the winds of time had swirled it away in a glittering spiral until there was nothing left but an empty pouch.

It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.