Quotes About Ephemerality

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

Nature loves to hide.

All of the stories, all of the beauty, all of the songs and events of this life will vanish in the ocean of time.

Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time.

We are not living. We are swimming in water called time. When our bodies get tired, we drowned and die.

Eventually everything appears to disappear from the life. That's it.

Everyday you are living minutes you will never get back.

Everything in Life that Comes-Goes

The day you are born is the day you start dying

The brightest candles burn out faster

It may take a lifetime for an individual to live, but it takes just under four seconds for the occupants of the Seville to live a collective life.

Life is a dancing dew drop on the tip of a leaf.

Nothing lasts for long. Even moments of beauty transcend and transform.

A moment is not complete until you realise it is fleeting...

You cannot step twice into the same river for other waters are continually flowing on.

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

Everything that man esteemsEndures a moment or a day.Love's pleasure drives his love away,The painter's brush consumes his dreams.

I heard the old, old men say,"All that's beautiful drifts awayLike the waters."

THOUGH you are in your shining days, Voices among the crowd And new friends busy with your praise, Be not unkind or proud, But think about old friends the most: Time's bitter flood will rise, Your beauty perish and be lost For all eyes but these eyes.

But is there any comfort to be found? Man is in love and loves what vanishes, What more is there to say?

My fugitive years are all hasting away, And I must ere long lie as lowly as they, With a turf on my breast, and a stone at my head, Ere another such grove shall arise in its stead. 'Tis a sight to engage me, if anything can, To muse on the perishing pleasures of man; Though his life be a dream, his enjoyments I see, Have a being less durable even than he.

As dust that drives, as straws that blow,Into the night go one and all.

The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

Loss comes in every moment. Second by second our lives are stolen from us. What is last will never come again.