Quotes About Ephemerality

We live, we love, we die. A little while we sing in the sun, and then ... we are gone.

News is what a chap who doesn't care much about anything wants to read. And it's only news until he's read it. After that it's dead.

We are not men, to have need of another, an eternal life; we are women, and for us one moment with man we love is everlasting Paradise, one moment far from the man we love is everlasting hell. It is here on earth that we women love out eternity

Death, like life, dies at every moment and is born again at every moment.

Everyone feels hemmed in from time to time, no matter where they live." She laid a hand on his thigh. "When I'm feeling that way, I go to Ireland. Walk along an empty beach. When I do, I think of all the people who have walked there before, and will walk there again. Then it occurs to me that nothing is forever. No matter how bad, or how good, everything passes and moves on to another level." "'All things change; nothing perishes,'" he mumbled.

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week?

Anything you can aquire is only another thing you'll lose.

Do you realize that anything you can do in your lifetime will be meaningless a hundred years from now? she says.

Rant said that view of time was set up so folks won't live forever. It's the planned obsolescence we've all agreed to...'Nothing says you have to swallow this,' Rant told me. 'You can always just die.

How could you ever bring yourself to love so deeply if you truly knew how brief a lifetime could be?

This is your life and its ending one minute at a time.

This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time

Así es tu vida, y se consume minuto a minuto.

I'm afraid you're going to disappear one day, Kazahaya. Just like your name…just like the wind.

Life was not a reversible commodity. Things passed away, never to return: species, hopes, years.

Two other women took their own lives that spring, more than usual but nothing remarkable. No one with a name that would be remembered come winter, so shallow was their mark.

Like the moon, you're only good and visible a few days a month. Exerting influence, pulling up whitecaps. The rest of time falling away, cut up into parts and nobody knows where you are.

Optima dies...prima fugit (The best days are the first to flee)

Each man has his day, and the time of life is brief for all, and never comes again.

Time carries all things, even our wits, away.

Human beings have neither kindness, nor faith, nor charity beyond what serves to increase the pleasure of the moment.

Now glancing this side, that side, they looked deeper, beneath the flowers, down the dark avenues into the unlit world where the leaf rots and the flower has fallen.

He stood up and took off the dressing gown, the skullcap, the slippers. He took off the linen trousers and shirt. He took off his head like a toupee, took off his collarbones like shoulder straps, took off his rib cage like a hauberk. He took off his hips and his legs, he took off his arms like gauntlets and threw them in a corner. What was left of him gradually dissolved, hardly coloring the air.

The years are passing, my dear, and presently nobody will know what you and I know.