Quotes About Ephemerality

We begin to die with our first breath. Death is inside us, ticking closer, closer, with every beat of our heart. It is the end no man can escape. Yet we cling to life, we worship it despite its transience.

Pero no va a volver. Se ha ido. Ya es agua pasada, y el pasado ya se ha ido para siempre. Es una ley de la naturaleza. Ni siquiera las estrellas pueden nadar en contra de la corriente del tiempo.

Life was too short, no matter how long you lived.

Life was too short, no matter how long you lived. -Ehlena's thoughts

It no longer makes me cry and die and tear myself to see her go because everything goes away from me like that now — girls, visions, anything, just in the same way and forever and I accept lostness forever.

grasping after life as much as you can because of its sweet sadness and because you would be dead some day.

And as I fall to fuddled sleep I hear youth crying, as Harry Kemp heard it: I heard Youth calling in the night: 'Gone is my former world-delight; For there is naught my feet may stay; The morn suffuses into day, It dare not stand a moment still But must the world with light fulfil. More evanescent than the rose My sudden rainbow comes and goes, Plunging bright ends across the sky— Yea, I am Youth because I die!

'Twin Peaks' was huge. I mean, it changed television; it was a huge hit, and it only went a season and a half. So that teaches you immediately that you just enjoy it for the time that you do it.

Neither can the wave that has passed by be recalled, nor the hour which has passed return again.

Beauty is such a fleeting blossom, how can wisdom rely upon its momentary delight?

There is no day or night in a hospital, there is only now.

A wisp of wind shivers the seed-heads on the grass.

Milliseconds pass. My death passes before my eyes.

In television, everything is gone with the speed of light, literally. It is no field for anybody with intimations of immortality.

Our lives pass from us like the wind, and why Should wise men grieve to know that they must die? The Judas blossom fades, the lovely face Of light is dimmed, and darkness takes its place.

No same man could walk through the same river twice, as the man and the river have since changed.

Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.

Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.

Some morning while your eating breakfast and you need something new to think about, though, you might want to ponder the fact that you see your kids across the table not as they are but as they once were, about three nanoseconds ago.

What is true of ballet is no less true of the other lively arts. Change is built into their natures. You watch a performance, and then... it's gone.

as with the normal life, one finds that every passing day represents more and more relentlessly subtracted from less and less. In other words, the process both etiolates you and moves you nearer toward death. How could it be otherwise?

We must remember that nothing in this world really belongs to us. At best, we are merely borrowers.

Time passeth swift away; Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.

Things that change and are lost, that is what's worth preserving.