Quotes About Ephemerality

Here today, not there tomorrow, gone leaving no incriminating evidence of my unpopular halfbaked world view. That's a good girl.

When someone says that their love will never die, it means that they love is not real, for everything that is real dies.

What is life It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time.

What is life? It is a flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

It's funny how from seventeen to seventy can be the blink of an eye, all of a sudden.

There are days we live as if death were nowhere in the background; from joy to joy to joy, from wing to wing, from blossom to blossom to impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

Where all have gone, and all must go To be the nothing that I was 'Ere born to life and living woe!

Swift speedy time, feathered with flying hours, Dissolves the beauty of the fairest brow.

You won't get today back.

All things pass in time. We are far less significant than we imagine ourselves to be. All that we are, all that we have wrought, is but a shadow, no matter how durable it may seem. One day, when the last man has breathed his last breath, the sun will shine, the mountains will stand, the rain will fall, the streams will whisper—and they will not miss him.

And if you're very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realize that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last—and yet will remain with you for life.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

Time is an optical illusion-- never quite as solid or strong as we think it is.

It is wasteful to invest your time with someone that may be gone soon.

Remember, you can earn more money, but when time is spent is gone forever.

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Time bears away all things, even our minds.

The best day… is the first to flee.

Man is in love and loves what vanishes.

Thoughts on his own death, like the distant roll of thunder at a picnic.

He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong. The stars are not wanted now: put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood; For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Waking Hanging upward into the rushing summer Calling -- Everything is The answer Too fast --

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.