Quotes About Ephemerality

Nothing is whole, not for too damned long. The world is half night.

most horrid sound in the world, that of the once-was: alive in the past, perishing in the present, a corpse made of dust in the future.

This is a snowflake that was once a flame—the flame was once the fragment of a star.

All good things pass away.

Nothing lasts, and yet nothing passes, either. And nothing passes just because nothing lasts.

Life is just a short period of time in which we are alive.

Yes, if only this and if only that, we'd all be together and alive forever and everything would work out fine.

Niente dura, e nondimeno niente passa. E niente passa proprio perché niente dura.

He told himself he had never felt so happy, and he felt a sort of ache that this was happening and would never happen again in just this way no matter how long he lived.

It is not desire. Instead it is something deeper. I don't want to be with him constantly and forever. I want to be with him for the moment, and I want the moments to go on forever.

Years into days. Days into hours. Hours into minutes. Minutes into moments. Moments into possibility.

Amemos la carne porque mañana será carroña.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last...

I realized that loving people, depending on them, NEEDING them, is just too dangerous. Love is just a way to set you up for a bad fall. It's the rug they pull out from under you at the very moment you decide that everything's going to be fine. We're all so ephemeral. So fragile. And life's so unpredictable.

In a gourd that had been handed down for three centuries, a flower that would fade in a morning.

We are but dust and shadow.

Dum loquimur invida aetas fugerit. (While we talk, hostile time flies away)

Time has to pass. But sometimes its so goddamn long. Sometimes it just seems to drag and drag and weigh a ton. And hang on you like a monkey. Like its going to suck the blood out of you. Or squeeze your guts out. And sometimes it flies. And is gone somewhere, somehow, before you know it was even here. As if time is only here to make you miserable. That's the only reason for time. To squeeze you. Crush you. To tie you up in knots and make you fucking miserable.

Ein sonderbar Ding ist die Zeit. Wenn man so hineinlebt, ist sie rein gar nichts. Aber dann auf einmal, dann spürt man nichts als sie.

It will pass, whatever it is.

We and all our existences are non-entities. Thou art the absolute being whose appearance is transitory.

T)ime flies like a mountain stream and who asks a question today may not hear the answer tomorrow.

even before trees rocks I was nothing when I'm dead nowhere I'll be nothing all the bad things I do will go up in smoke and so will I if there's nowhere to rest at the end how can I get lost on the way?

Time and age extinguish, even, the greatest flame