Quotes About Ephemerality

Los veinticinco años que había vivido desde entonces se empequeñecieron hasta convertirse en un latido agónico y luego desaparecer.

The flame that burns Twice as bright burns half as long.

Ya?ay?p bitirdi?i her günün, tutulmaz bir ku? olup uçtu?una, yava? yava? gözden silinip bir küçük kara noktaya dönü?tü?üne karar verdi.

Vulnerant omnia, ultima necat. (All the hours wound you, the last one kills)

You can't ever really have enough worth that when you're gone, the spot you left won't close over.

Believable, chronological, but so quickly erased that it only serves to prove that the universe is made of curving, warping space.

Ah, the minutes twinkle in and out And in and out come and go One by one, none by none, What we know, what we don't know.

What we leave behind, Lord, surely needs to be of spiritual value, for my oh my, how quickly the rest of it can vanish." Katie

When I tell people about the blooms, about how they open around nine and close before sunrise and do this just for one night, they always ask, Is that all? Yes. That's all.

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past even while we attempt to define it, and, like the flash of lightning, at once exists and expires.

He melts, I think. He goes like a drop of froth. You look at him, and there he is. You look at him again, and - there he isn't.

The beauty of the earth is but a breath, and man is but a shadow. What sympathy should a holy preacher have with either?

It's an odd question actually, because your body has never been a permanent thing – it is an illusion.

I want to study The book of the world: Every vanishing page.

If I could, I would stop the passage of time. But hour follows on hour, minute on minute, each second robbing me of a morsel of myself for the nothing of tomorrow. I shall never experience this moment again.

The evanescence of the spoken word went without saying.

When we see things more clearly, we can look at everything as though we were seeing it either for the first or last time.

My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Bored as hell. Wasting my time. Yet yesterday was the same, and it's gone. But tomorrow may never come. And there is only today. So this is my best day and my worst day.

It darkles, (tinct, tint) all this our funnaminal world. Yon marshpond by ruodmark verge is visited by the tide. Alvemmarea! We are circumveiloped by obscuritads. Man and belves frieren.

Life is many days. This will end.

Visas miestas išmiršta, ir ištisas gimsta, irgi išmiršta: vieni ateina, kiti išeina. Namai, nam? gretos, mylios šaligatvi?, kr?vos plyt?, akmenys. Iš rank? ? rankas. Vienas savininkas, kitas. Sakoma, nam? šeimininkas niekad nemiršta. Kai vienam pranešama, kad laikas išvykti, jo vieton stoja kitas. Jie perka namus už auks?, ir visas auksas vis vien j?. Kažkur ?ia slypi apgaul?. <...> Visi yra niekas.

MEMENTO HOMO, QUIA PULVIS ES, ET IN PULVEREM REVERTERIS. "What is that? Latin?" Emily said. "It is," I said, staring at it. "My Catholic high school's preferred method of torture. Memento means 'remember,' I think. Pulvis is 'dust.'" Cold numbed my back like a spinal tap as I suddenly realized its meaning. "'Remember that you are dust and to dust you shall return

The short bloom of our brief and narrow life flies fast away. While we are calling for flowers and wine and women, old age is upon us.

All our final decisions are made in a state of mind that is not going to last.