Quotes About Ephemerality

It's already in the past," he says about all he achieves, even as he achieves it, thereby forever destitute of the present.

În afara clipei totul este minciun?.

This very second has vanished forever, lost in the anonymous mass of the irrevocable. It will never return.

The simple truth - every day is precious. When it's gone, it never comes back to you.

Sleep not, dream not; this bright dayWill not, cannot last for aye;Bliss like thine is bought by yearsDark with torment and with tears.

Anche se sono stata allevata con amore, mi sono sempre sentita sola. Un giorno o l'altro tutti si perderanno nelle tenebre del tempo e scompariranno.

I'll never be able to be here again. As the minutes slide by, I move on. The flow of time is something I cannot stop. I haven't a choice. I go. One caravan has stopped, another starts up. There are people I have yet to meet, others I'll never see again. People who are gone before you know it, people who are just passing through. Even as we exchange hellos, they seem to grow transparent. I must keep living with the flowing river before my eyes.

Someday, without fail, everyone will disappear, scattered into the blackness of time.

The whole time I was with him there was that feeling of ephemerality, uncertainty. If that was a premonition of what was to come, what a sorrowful one it was.

When a feeling was there, they felt as if it would never go; when it was gone they felt as if it had never been; when it returned, they felt as if it had never gone.

He came out of nothingness, took form, was loved, was always bound to return to nothingness.

She ne'er was really charming till she died.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

It's almost mind-boggling how time flies.

In a hundred and fifty years no one alive will ever have known me. Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death. ?

Being forgotten like that, entering that great and ongoing blank, seems more like death than death.

Then May gave way to June, and it felt as if time was slipping through her fingers.

To watch the sun sink behind a flower clad hill. To wander on in a huge forest without thought of return. To stand upon the shore and gaze after a boat that disappears behind distant islands. To contemplate the flight of wild geese seen and lost among the clouds. And, subtle shadows of bamboo on bamboo.

The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.

Time hurries by, we're here and gone.

Everything you see, you might be seeing for the last time.

At my age days dissolve like salt in water; the day's gone and I don't even know what I've done with the hours.

Ah, words are poor receipts for what time hath stole away.

Time steals away without any inconvenience.