Quotes About Ephemerality

In this world of change, nothing which comes stays, and nothing which goes is lost.

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devourBrightness falls from the airQueens have died young and fairDust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must dieLord have mercy on us.

My dear, dear girl [. . .] we can't turn back the days that have gone. We can't turn life back to the hours when our lungs were sound, our blood hot, our bodies young. We are a flash of fire--a brain, a heart, a spirit. And we are three-cents-worth of lime and iron--which we cannot get back.

Emily: But just for a moment now we're all together. Mama, just for a moment we're all happy. Let's really look at one another... I can't. I can't go on. It goes so fast. We don't have time to look at one another.

It was the heart of any true moment of decadence: the knowledge that an epoque is already slipping from us, inexorably, even in the moment of its glory.

It was the heart of any true moment of decadence: the knowledge that an époque is already slipping from us, inexorably, even in the moment of its glory.

How easily it can all be washed away. Power, happiness, even life itself. It only takes an instant, a single unguarded instant. And it's gone.

The past has departed and no longer is. The future has not arrived and is yet to be. Even the present does not last, so how can it be said to exist, when it doesn't stay still for a moment?

Amar, es morir y revivir y remorir: es la vivacidad. Te quiero porque soy mortal y tú lo eres.

Hermandad Soy hombre: duro poco y es enorme la noche. Pero miro hacia arriba: las estrellas escriben. Sin entender comprendo: también soy escritura y en este mismo instante alguien me deletrea.

Cherish each hour of this day for it can never return.

Time is the fire in which we burn. —Delmore Schwartz

At sixteen Helen was already famous, and at seventeen already forgotten, and very much alone.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

The first rule of the world is that everything vanishes forever.

Life is a memory, then it is nothing. All law is writ in a seed.

Nulla è eterno, Balbulus. E che cosa c'è di meglio, per le parole, che essere cantate in giro? Sì, certo, ogni volta mutano, hanno una melodia diversa. Ma non è questo il bello?

Because, after all, like so many modern men, he was finished almost before he had begun.

Transiency is the naked nature of time.

Life is the little that is left over from dying.

Things that matter in the morning somehow don't matter in the afternoon.

Blink your eye and look at it again. That which you see was not there at first, and that which was there is no more.

Every true spiritual experience means that we have discovered a certain fact in Christ and have entered into that. Anything that is not from Him in this way is an experience that is going to evaporate very soon.