Quotes About Ephemerality

the second hand sweeping clockwise as a constant reminder that once those precious moments were gone, there was no getting them back.

Time is like a river. As soon as a thing is seen, it is carried away and another takes its place, and then that other is carried away also. —MARCUS AURELIUS, MEDITATIONS         DAVE

This is how the time moves - an hour here, a day somewhere, and then it's night and then it's morning. A clock ticking on a shelf. A small child running to school, a father coming home. Time moves over us and past us, and the feeling of lips pressed against lips fades into memory. A picture yellows at its edges. A phone rings in an empty room.

The time for comprehending can be reduced to the instant of the glance, but this glance can include in its instant all the time needed for comprehending.

Te voici Sujette à la Mort Etale ton Bien sur le Sol Poches, lettres, photos, paroles, Te voici Sujet en ta Mort. Te voici Corps perdant tout Corps Perdant tes lèvres, tes paroles, Chevelure noire du sol Au bord d'une Mort sans rebord. Ici le présent retenu Que tu ne tiendras pas, que tu Laisses continuer sa cible. Là ma mémoire sans projet Sans impossibles, sans possibles, Dont ta Mort est l'autre Sujet.

One day you will hear the sound of time rustling as it slips through your fingers like sand.

One thing I have learned, dear Sparrow, is that light is never still and solid and so it is with love. Light can be split into many directions. Its nature is to break apart. My

When he died, all things soft and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

When he died, all things swift and beautiful and bright would be buried with him.

Love, built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Staring out to sea, I finally forced myself to stop thinking of her as someone still somewhere, if only in memory, still obscurely alive, breathing, doing, moving, but as a shovelful of ashes already scattered; as a broken link, a biological dead end, an eternal withdrawal from reality, a once complex object that now dwindled, dwindled, left nothing behind except a l like a fallen speck of soot on a blank sheet of paper.

Live while you live, then die and be done with.

Na vida de um homem, seu tempo é apenas um momento... os sentidos, a luz mortiça de uma vela

Here lies one whose name was writ on water.

She dwells with Beauty--Beauty that must die: And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips, bidding Adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee mouths sips:

Nothing endures, not a tree, not love, not even a death by violence. Changed

The most intractable of our experiences is the experience of Time-the intuition of duration, combined with the thought of perpetual perishing.

Faith, Sir, we are here today and gone tomorrow.

Time is the most valuable thing that you have, you can spend it in the any manner you like, but you can never get it back so utilise it in the best possible manner.

Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.

The most valuable commodity that we so commonly take for granted is what I value the most and that's TIME. Every hour, Every minute, Every second, make them count. Many things can be replaced but time can't, and it waits for no man!

Morimos con demasiada facilidad.

229. I am writing all this down in blue ink, so as to remember that all words, not just some, are written in water.

I am writing all this down in blue ink, so as to remember that all words, not just some, are written in water.