Quotes About Ephemerality

Be an inspiration for short time than living for a long time

My friend, let's not think of tomorrow, but let's enjoy this fleeting moment of life.

We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.

In the act of love, as in photography, there is a form of life and a kind of slow death.

Understand that you own nothing. Everything that surrounds you is temporary. Only the love in your heart will last forever.

You make beauty and it disappears, I love that.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

Hours fly, Flowers die: New days, New ways: Pass by! Love stays.

He was gazing right into her eyes, as he said this, seemingly imparting something of the impossibility of connections when one is always on the move.

Time talks behind our back. To our face it's friendly and logical, never hesitating to give more of itself. But when we're not looking, it steals our lives and says bad things about us to the parts of us it's stolen

I think that's such a beautiful sentiment. Love should only last as long as a very expensive and impractical bikini that looks stunning, but dissolves in the sea within days. So many pop songs tell of this terrible, tiresome love that they want to last forever. But that just makes me think of long-life milk, acrid and fake. Love should be like a movie trailer. Even if the film's a stinker, you get the best laughs and the biggest explosions in the space of two minutes.

La vida no es más que un relámpago entre dos noches infinitas

Life has a very simple plot, First you're here And then you're not.

Die Monate haben es eilig. Die Jahre haben es eiliger. Und die Jahrzehnte haben es am eiligsten. Nur die Erinnerungen habben Geduld mit uns.

Unexpected intrusions of beauty. That is what life is.

Come my Celia, let us prove,While we can, the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.

Toda grandeza acaba: las montañas se desmoronan, y hechas polvo, van al fondo del mar; los imperios se derriban, y hechos pedazos van al fondo de la historia; las glorias se apagan, y apenas dejan chispas en las lejanías de lo pasado; el sol se apagará también, todo es cuestión de tiempo, y no dejará más que una osamenta fría rodando por el espacio.

L'amour n'est qu'un point lumineux, et néanmoins il semble s'emparer du temps. Il y a peu de jours qu'il n'existait pas, bientôt il n'existera plus ; mais tant qu'il existe, il répand sa clarté sur l'époque qui l'a précédé, comme sur celle qui doit la suivre.

Knowledge exists only in lightning flashes. The text is the thunder rolling long afterwards.

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.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

Estoy aquí.» No suelo sentir que lo esté; me siento como si una ráfaga cálida de viento fuese a soplar en mi dirección y a hacerme desaparecer para siempre, sin dejar siquiera un cachito de uña.

Nothing man invents can last forever, including Christ, his most mischievous invention.

How bright we all bur. No wonder we were not made to last.