Quotes About Ephemerality

Let it be forgotten, as a flower is forgotten, Forgotten as a fire that once was singing gold, Let it be forgotten forever and ever, Time is a kind friend, he will make us old.

The years came and went, the children came and left. The worst of getting old is not tiredness and aches and pains, but the time rushes on, so quickly that in the end it doesn't seem to exist.It's Christmas and then it's Easter. It's a clear winter's day and then a hot summer's day. In between it's a vacuum.

It's not how long it glows. It's not how long the light lasts. It's what it says while it's still visible.

The wind blows a milkweed puff and two seeds do not fly.

How scary and sudden the shift from Living to Dead.

impermanence is the inescapable flavor of worldly life.

Life is so quick that it's all played out at the gates of death, and the value of resolution is that it quickens life.

It had neither memories of the past nor hope for the future.

They also live Who swerve and vanish in the river.

Time goes from present to past.

Everything passes. Nothing is forever. Least of all love. Cameron

All fires burn out sooner or later.

For twenty years it seemed to me that I had been taking part in a game, and that one day, at the stroke of midnight, I would return to the land of shadows. ...In a little while, the hands would be pointing to midnight; they would point to midnight tomorrow and the next day, and I would still be here.

Ze had een hekel aan die anonieme hotelkamers waar zoveel mensen waren geweest zonder sporen achter te laten, waar zij zelf ook geen enkel spoor zou achterlaten. Alles blijft precies hetzelfde als ik er niet meer ben. Dat is wat doodgaan is, dacht ze.

Hay que esperar siempre que el azúcar se disuelva, que el recuerdo se esfume, que la herida cicatrice, que el sol se oculte, que el fastidio se disipe.

O the generations of men92 the dying generations—adding the total of all your lives I find they come to nothing

O the generations of men the dying generations—adding the total of all your lives I find they come to nothing

And the vision no sooner dawns than dies blazing into oblivion.

Let all live as they would die.

We are occupants. No one has any lasting purchase on life or on the planet.

Like water spilt upon the ground--alas, Our little lives flow swiftly on and pass; Yet may they bring rich harvests and green grass!

Our life capital is measured in seconds. Once those seconds are gone, we never get them back!

It's tremendous: this world, this life. Take it while you have it.

Life is short. But desire, desire is long.