Quotes About Ephemerality

It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make Man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May Although it fall and die that night; It was the plant and flower of Light. In small proportions we just beauties see; And in short measures life may perfect be (Ben Jonson)

There is no End. At Death, we Transcend. We are just Actors; we Come and Go. We must do our Part, the best way we can. And we must Enjoy the Show!

For at the very moment you have Now, it flees. It is gone. It is, on the instant, Then. Surely.

Events, once happened, lose reality, alter with a glance, a storm, a night. In time, the past never happened. But who could know? Who could know that the past is not as solid as this instant…

The daguerreotype reproduces what appeared before a lens at a particular moment and never again-its appearance is simultaneous with its disappearance, its death.

it's a sad world we live in when a human being leaves so little of a mark that no one even realizes it when he's gone.

Time is running out to permeate the piece.

Entre más recordamos, más cerca estamos de la muerte.

Men hail the rising sun with glee, They love his setting glow to see, But fail to mark that every day In fragments bears their life away.

We're all born dying, someone had said. What matters is only how we spend the instant we're given.

The harder you run after time, the faster time goes: this is the law of the consumable. Try to stop it, and it will wear you out and age you all the more easily. Time must be caught on the wing, in the present—but the present has yet to be constructed.

Delight, unfortunately, doesn't last. It's like the smile from a beautiful stranger in a stairwell — it's fleeting. It cannot be otherwise — recognition is not an extended process.

Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

McVries opened his eyes and smiled again. The next instant He was gone.

Los recuerdos eran como una línea trazada en el polvo. Cuanto más se retrocedía en ellos, más borrosa y difícil de ver se hacía la línea

They will pass away just as surely as the sun sets in the evening.

The dark things that never go away, the sunny, precious things that go all too soon.

Then, suddenly, as if the floor of time had slipped away...

Because that was how it happened: one moment you were there, laughing, talking, breathing, and the next you were gone. Forever. And there wasn't even a shape left in the world where you'd been, neither the trace of a smile nor the whisper of a word. Just nothing.

A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there was a last moment. Life was a s fragile as a bird's heartbeat, fleeting as the bluebells in the wood.

Everything changes and nothing remains still. PLATO, Cratylus

Long lazy days like these will never come again in your life. You think they will but they won't.' -Sylvie

When a day passes, it is no longer there. What remains of it? Nothing more than a story. If stories weren't told or books weren't written, man would live like the beasts, only for the day.

The best thing for a man to do is to be born and, being born, to die at once.