Quotes About Ephemerality

Time is infinite, but we are not infinite in it.

I'm more aware of time. The element of time.

Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.

The hours pass and the days and the months and the years, and the past time never returns.

Time glides away and as we get older through the noiseless years; the days flee and are restrained by no reign.

Time itself is our tragedy and most of us are fighting some kind of war against it.

Cities and Thrones and Powers Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die

The sun was like a word written between the sea and the sky, a word that was swallowed up by the sea before any man had time to read it.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.

The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

Gone! gone forever!-like a rushing wave Another year has burst upon the shore Of earthly being-and its last low tones, Wandering in broken accents in the air, Are dying to an echo.

His golden locks Time hath to silver turned, O time too swift! O swiftness never ceasing! His youth 'gainst Time and Age hath ever spurned, But spurned in vain! Youth waneth by increasing.

Time: That which man is always trying to kill, but which ends in killing him.

Cheat me not with time, with the dull ache of flesh, for all flesh turns, even the loveliest ankle and frail thigh, to bitterest dust.

Time comes to us softly, slowly. It sits beside us for a while. Then, long before we are ready, it moves on.

Let us enjoy the fugitive hour. Man has no harbor, time has no shore; it rushes on, and carries us with it.

Approaching forty, I had a singular dream in which I almost grasped the meaning and understood the nature of what it is that wastes in wasted time.

When Time shall turne those Amber Lockes to Gray.

The use of music is to remind us how short a time we have a body.

That Time could turn up his swift sandy glass, To untell the days.

Let's take the instant by the forward top; For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time Steals ere we can effect them.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.