Quotes About Ephemerality

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

Nothing is solid. Nothing is fixed. These are images that time changes and that change time, just as the sun and the rain play on the surface of things.

Everything is in constant flux on this earth. Nothing keeps the same unchanging shape, and our affections, being attached to things outside us, necessarily change and pass away as they do. Always out ahead of us or lagging behind, they recall a past which is gone or anticipate a future which may never come into being; there is nothing solid there for the heart to attach itself to. Thus our earthly joys are almost without exception the creatures of a moment...

spend the afternoon making a meal that will be gone in an hour

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

There is only one day left, always starting over: It is given to us at dawn and taken away from us at dusk.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

Nothing happens while you live. The scenery changes, people come in and go out, that's all. There are no beginnings. Days are tacked on to days without rhyme or reason, an interminable, monotonous addition.

The letters I had inscribed on it were not even dry yet and already they belonged to the past.

But time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates. That gesture, for instance, the red hand picking up the cards and fumbling: it is all flabby. It would have to be ripped apart and tailored inside.

And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day's work and his night's work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one.

Yeah and it's over before you know it It all goes by so fast Yeah the bad nights take forever And the good nights don't ever seem to last

what was most unfair about being a teenager was the way time moved with such implacable slowness most of the time, only to evaporate into quicksilver at moments like this.

Being young is itself temporary, fragile, and ephemeral. You have to get through it - it has no other meaning.

Life is an isle of sorrow, you live today and die tomorrow!

I don't think of love in terms of relationships. It happens in terms of seconds, but it goes away like that, too. I pass a nurse, I love her, it ends when I go around a corner; at a restaurant I see a forlorn man at the table next to me, and I love him, and the conversation pulls me back, and it's ended. A patient comes in, and she is sick, and I love her, and then she dies, and I never see her again. This is what I live for. Don't think that it's sad.

Ein Nichts waren wir, sind wir, werden wir bleiben, blühend. die Nichts-, die Niemandsrose.

Look for the truth in nature, I wanted to say to those cookie-eating missionaries in the next compartment; nothing is complete, everything is imperfect, nothing lasts. Go to bed.

People give flowers as present because flowers contain true meaning of love. Anyone who tries to posses a flower will have to watch its beauty fading. But if you simply look at a flower in the field, you'll keep it forever. That is what the forest taught me. That you will never be mine, and that is why i will never lose you.

Life moves very fast. It rushes from Heaven to Hell in a matter of seconds.

In life, there is only the present moment, the now. You can't measure time the way you measure distance between two points. Time doesn't pass.

The world is being created and destroyed in this very moment.

On offre des fleurs parce que dans les fleurs se trouve le sens de l'Amour. Celui qui tente de posséder une fleur verra sa beauté se flétrir. Mais celui qui regarde simplement une fleur dans un champ la gardera pour toujours. Parce qu'elle va avec l'après-midi, le coucher du soleil, l'odeur de terre mouillée et les nuages sur l'horizon.

In magic - and in life - there is only the present moment, the now. You can't measure time the way you measure the distance between 2 points. 'Time' doesn't pass.