Quotes About Ephemerality

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, Only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence.

How can you hide from what never goes away?

The sun is new each day.

What was scattered gathers. What was gathered blows away.

Their bank accounts may be full, but their lives are empty. And what they do acquire, which is never enough and never satisfies, they leave behind when they die!

Though I exist in the realms of day and night, I'm only truly alive in the moments between.

Time will take everything away from life, so why are we not giving something away with time?

I feel like it's okay for us to grow up because a lot of us want to get rich and die young.

A brief life burns brightly.

THE OBSERVER AND HIS OBSERVATION, AS WELL AS THE WORLD OBSERVED, APPEAR AND DISAPPEAR TOGETHER. BEYOND IT ALL, THERE IS VOID. THIS VOID IS ONE FOR ALL.

Death reminds us that we are nothing.

The grass withers, the flower fades, but Cosmic Ordering stands forever.

Life is not lost by dying. Life is lost minute by minute, day by dragging day...

Todos los días van hacia la muerte, el último la alcanza.

But to be chemically fixed in time and passed hand to hand forever: that is a nakedness which can never be clothed again.

There would seem to be nothing more obvious, more tangible and palpable than the present moment. And yet it eludes us completely. All the sadness of life lies in that fact. In the course of a single second, our senses of sight, of hearing, of smell, register (knowingly or not) a swarm of events and a parade of sensations and ideas passes through our head. Each instant represents a little universe, irrevocably forgotten in the next instant.

Now time has a very different look; it is no longer the conquering present capturing the future; it is the present conquered and captured and carried off by the past.

He looks at houses, chateaus, forests, and thinks about the countless generations who used to see those things and who are gone now; and he understands that everything he is seeing is oblivion; pure oblivion, the oblivion whose absolute state will soon be achieved, the moment he himself is gone. And again I think about the obvious idea (that astoundingly obvious idea) that everything that exists (nation, thought, music) can also not exist.

Nada se compreenderá da vida humana enquanto se persistir em escamotear a primeira de todas as evidências: uma realidade, tal como existia, já não existe; a sua restituição é impossível.

What happens but once, might as well not have happened at all. If we have only one life to live, we might as well not have lived at all.

The sweetness of love is short-lived, but the pain endures.

Sweetheart, do not love too long: I loved long and long, And grew to be out of fashion Like an old song.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

Love the fading flowers as much as you love the undifferentiated which lasts forever.