Quotes About Ephemerality

Oh, to love what is lovely and will not last! What a task to ask of anything, or anyone, yet it is ours, and not by the century or the year, but by the hours.

Nada, exceto o mutável, pode perdurar!

Between our two lives there is also the life of the cherry blossom.

As Heraclitus put it, 'Nothing endures but change.

Pitiful, puling, like all your kin the slave of time that rots the body before the mind has seen more than a single flower in all the meadows of the Cosmos.

It lasted just a moment, whatever that is. One held breath? An ant's afternoon? It was brief, I can promise that much, for although it's been many years now since my children ruled my life, a mother recalls the measure of the silences.

Sometimes a good day lasts all about 10 seconds.

We imagine that things come into existence, endure for a while, and then pass out of existence

Whatever you can point to – a physical thing, a person, a thought, an emotion – … [a]ll of them change. Even memory shows constant flux and change.

We are like music. … Music exists … in constant flux and flow. Once the movement stops, the music is no more.

Every atom, every minuscule part of the universe is nothing other than movement and change.

What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water. [Lat., Mulier cupido quod dicit amanti, In vento et rapida scribere oportet aqua.]

Except for Love, nothing you see will remain forever.

Because we don't have much time together, I will give you as much love in a year as I could give you in a lifetime.

I learn to love the thing that has to be erased, the thing I may not be allowed to keep, sand that runs away beneath my running feet.

Love is brief: forgetting lasts so long.

Live Fast, Love Hard, DieYoung (And Leave A Beautiful Memory).

Come on sweetheart let's adore one another before there is no more of you and me

The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime, For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower: Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.

Con el tiempo nuestro nombre caerá en el olvido y nadie se acordará de nuestras obras. Pasará nuestra vida como rastro de nubes y como neblina se disipará, acosada por los rayos del sol y abatida por su calor.

El tiempo perdido. Los jóvenes no sabían que eso era imposible. Que se nace con un cheque en el que está apuntada la duración de la vida y que, segundo a segundo, minuto a minuto, hora a hora, día a día... se va gastando, sin vuelta atrás.

Todo tiene sentido, pero yo me apagaré y nada importará. Efectivamente. No somos ni una anécdota. ¿Para qué preocuparse tanto? Mamíferos efímeros en un pedazo de piedra perdida en la inmensidad.