Quotes About Ephemerality

Whatever has the nature to arise will also pass away.

The years are too short, the days are too long.

Like a flame is real enough, isn't it, while it's burning?-even if there's a time it goes out?

The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can't see, whose beginning you've forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite has passed, and is irretrievable.

Death is the mother of beauty. Only the perishable can be beautiful, which is why we are unmoved by artificial flowers.

Separation penetrates the disappearing person like a pigment and steeps him in gentle radiance.

Todo fluye, todo cambia, todo nace y muere, nada permanece, todo se diluye; lo que tiene principio tiene fin, lo nacido muere y lo compuesto se descompone. Todo es transitorio, insustancial y, por tanto, insatisfactorio. No hay nada fijo de qué aferrarse».

Like the dew on the mountain,Like the foam on the river,Like the bubble on the fountain,Thou art gone, and forever!

Nothing, however, lasts forever. Two weeks can seem like a lifetime when you are just beginning it, but the last day always seems to have come too quickly. It was finally time to head back to the real world,

I'll tell you a secret. Something they don't teach you in your temple. The Gods envy us. They envy us because we're mortal, because any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

I have no past--the steps have disappeared the wind has blown them away.

There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

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

Nil sub sole novum [...] Qualsiasi azione, nella pienezza del tempo, sprofonda nel nulla.

scarcely born, and then adult, and then old, and then dead.

Time doth flit; oh shit.

There are times when images blow to fluff, and comparisons stiffen and shrivel.

Humans are part of nature, and nature is one great big wood chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones, and hair.

Lustre of man walking proud beneath the sky diminishes to nothing and goes unregarded.

For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Dogs' lives are too short. Their only fault, really.

If we try to measure Now, we find it's always gone, has become part of the past.