Quotes About Ephemerality

We get to a point where we're like, you know what, one day we're just not gonna be here anymore, so I'm going to enjoy every second of it.

Beautiful hours move so quickly.

Beautiful hours move so quickly. ? Irene Hunt, Up a Road Slowly . (Berkley; 2nd ed. edition January 4, 2005) Originally published 1966

Be vigilant, for nothing one achieves lasts forever.

You won't get today back. And the days were flying by.

Century plants bloom only once just before they die." "So they go out in a flame of glory.

Today is not forever.

He sat quietly for a moment, lost in what was now and forever the past. The scene he described would never be repeated. That overheard sound would never be heard again.

Time, space, and natural law hold for me suggestions of intolerable bondage, and I can form no picture of emotional satisfaction which does not involve their defeat--especially the defeat of time, so that one may merge oneself with the whole historic stream and be wholly emancipated from the transient and the ephemeral.

It's the continuation of everyone's childhood to see these young children who grow up full of life, full of intelligence, full of a sense of wonder. And within an instant they're gone from this world. It's terrible.

The hour which gives us life begins to take it away.

What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.

love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow – beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow -- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow – beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

Our worlds are so momentary. We are along all our lives and then go off that way as well.

Yes, things endure, while the living lapse.

No w?a?nie, przedmioty potrafi? przetrwa?, a ?ywi tymczasem znikaj?.

It is not often given to human beings to be able to treat a fragment of time that can never return again with the intense and ritualistic concentration appropriate to a moment irretrievably slipping away into an everlasting impossibility of repetition.

Friendship based solely upon gratitude is like a photograph; with time it fades.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.

First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes and then our fears - and when These are dead the debt is due Dust claims dust - and we die too.

Seventy years of life is nothing in front of a single day of death

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.