Quotes About Ephemerality

54. At Daybreak I LISTEN for him through the rain, And in the dusk of starless hours I know that he will come again; Loth was he ever to forsake me: He comes with glimmering of flowers 5 And stir of music to awake me. Spirit of purity, he stands As once he lived in charm and grace: I may not hold him with my hands, Nor bid him stay to heal my sorrow; 10 Only his fair, unshadowed face Abides with me until to-morrow.

El tiempo no es algo externo a nosotros, vive en nuestro interior. Sólo nosotros vivimos el pasado, presente y futuro, y el presente es demasiado efímero para que seamos plenamente conscientes de él; sólo después lo recordamos y entonces lo hacemos de forma codificada, si no se disuelve en la amnesia.

To say that you can love one person all your life is just like saying that one candle will continue burning as long as you live.

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.

The outer form is a temporary reflection of what you are within, in your essence. That is why love and beauty can never leave you, although all outer forms will.

How small a part of time they share, That are so wondrous sweet and fair!

When you start having lunch and actually eating, it's already over.

Novelty is to love like bloom to fruit; it gives a luster which is easily effaced, but never returns.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

You cannot deny that love lasts for only a brief moment, uniting two beings as a single being that is capable of only one thought, one sensation, one will.

To feel that life is meaningless unless "I" can be permanent is like having fallen desperately in love with an inch.

Time is such a funny thing; one minute it's forever & the next, it's gone.

Why did joy bring the same tears as sadness? Why did the throat and chest ache with fire, regardless? Was it because, deep down, everyone knew it was fragile and ephemeral? Did the tears come from the knowledge that everything could turn in the blink of an eye?

Woody Allen had it right: "Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering—and it's all over much too soon.

Porque todo eso es para decirlo una vez y olvidarlo; o basta con decirlo así para que perdure.

Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

No existe ningún recuerdo por intenso que sea que no se apague...

Draußen verwässert erstes Morgenlicht das satte Nachtschwarz des Himmels. Es ist der Moment, in dem Gestern zu Morgen wird und es für eine kurze Zeit kein Heute gibt.

Tonight I am transformed," she whispered. "Tomorrow I shall disappear." Benedict drew her close and dropped the softest, most fleeting of kisses onto her brow. "Then we must pack a lifetime into this very night.

You shouldn't inflict yourself on the public when your fifteen minutes is up.

And the days are not full enough And the nights are not full enough And life slips by like a field mouse Not shaking the grass

No matter how important the present appeared, it soon turned to the past

Todo, todo se queda atrás, la siniestra vejez y la plenitud irrisoria.

Nos vies n'ont pas d'importance, elles coulent au fond du temps, pourtant nous avons existé et rien ne l'empêchera: bien que liquides, nos joies ne s'évaporent jamais.