Quotes About Ephemerality

Even the words that we are speaking now thieving time has stolen away, and nothing can return. (I, 11)

O tempo é a minha matéria. O tempo presente, os homens presentes, a vida presente.

I felt small and exposed in his presence, as though my body was transparent and fragile as air, as though I might evaporate at any moment, or blow away.

It's being here now that's important. There's no past and there's no future. Time is a very misleading thing. All there is ever, is the now. We can gain experience from the past, but we can't relive it; and we can hope for the future, but we don't know if there is one.

All things must pass.

His golden locks time hath to silver turned;O time too swift, O swiftness never ceasing!His youth 'gainst time and age hath ever spurned,But spurned in vain; youth waneth by increasing.

The living should smile, for the dead cannot

There's only one true identity—to be a living creature among living creatures. To be ephemeral and to value the Other, because he is ephemeral as well.

Alive, ridiculous, and dead forgot?

The sun is new each day.

Oh, why should the spirit of mortal be proud? Like a fast-flitting meteor, a fast-flying cloud, A flash of the lightning, a break of the wave, He passes from life to his rest in the grave.

Who loses a day loses life.

Time is that which man is always trying to kill, but which ends in killing him.

Look at everything as though you were seeing it for the first time or the last time. Then your time on earth will be filled with glory.

Time is that in which all things pass away.

Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.

You never conquer a mountain. You stand on the summit a few moments; then the wind blows your footprints away.

But where are the snows of yesteryear?

Time is a sort of river of passing events, and strong is its current; no sooner is a thing brought to sight than it is swept by and another takes its place, and this too will be swept away.

No wonder can last more than three days.

Only the young die good.

Sva od stvarnosti, a sama nestvarna, koja nije ni ono što je bilo ju?e ni ono što ?e biti sutra; nešto kao prolazno ostrvo u poplavi vremena.

Ali svaka svetlost brzo dogori i svaka sve?anost pro?e.

The clock stands still yet time does not. Even as he lies here he can feel time at work on him like a wasting disease, like the quicklime they pour on corpses. Time is gnawing away at him, devouring one by one the cells that make him up. His cells are going out like lights.