Quotes About Ephemerality

Zu viel! Zu viel! Mein ganzes Sein ist in dem einen Augenblick. Jetzt stirb. Mehr ist unmöglich.

Choreography is like cooking or gardening. Not like painting because painting stays. Dancing disintegrates. Like a garden. Lots of roses come up, and in the evening they're gone.

All books are merely delayed dust.

It's terrible that one doesn't love people forever.

Human life is short, we don't exist all that much. A pale brief flicker in the dark.

Cada instante desaparece en un soplo y al punto se convierte en pasado, la realidad es efímera y migratoria, pura añoranza

Truth is short-lived, watered down by torrents of rain.

It is better to be happy for the moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while.

You can't step into the same river twice.

Nothing in this world is permanent.

Impermanence is the law of the universe.

There is change in all things. You yourself are subject to continual change and some decay, and this is common to the entire universe.

Time is like a river of fleeting events, and its current is strong; as soon as something comes into sight, it is swept past us, and something else takes its place, and that too will be swept away.

One thing is certain and the rest is lies; The Flower that once has blown for ever dies.

Carbon made only wants to be unmade.

Life is never as long as we want it to be, and wasted time can never be recovered.

To take a photograph is to participate in another person's mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.

Nothing lasts. Everything changes. But the changes are the same. Winter will always turn to spring.

The perfect pouf of a dandelion going to seed: a firm center surrounded by a sphere of feather-winged seeds, delicately congregating, a wispy aura where just yesterday there was a thick yellow bloom. Touched by the slightest wind, the emanation disperses and sends tiny slivers of dandelion being out into the world to propogate their own kind.

sinceramente, a mí nunca me ha resultado atractivo. Quizá sea demasiado guapo o demasiado fácil de obtener, o quizá, simplemente, sea demasiado fácil perderlo.

patch of dandelions by the track. I only see the image for a moment,

Nothing´s permanent. Nothing .

The only thing we have in this life is time...And we never know how much of that we have.

When you go somewhere and think it will be your last time there, you always appreciate the beauty of it even more and want to crystallise emotions that you will keep with you forever.