Quotes About Ephemerality

Time doesn't obey our commands. You cannot make it holy just because it is disappearing.

As long as death exists, men will continue to exist only as a shadow, not a real thing!

Ask the river, where it comes from? You will get no answer. Ask the river, where is it going? You will get no answer, because the river lives inside this very moment; neither in the past nor in the future, in this very moment only!

Doors to beautiful things do not remain open forever. Be fast to enter inside!

Every leaf knows that time is very short. All life must be lived before the autumn comes!

Heraclitus says you cannot step into the same river twice. We can also say that the same river cannot touch us twice!

Moments fly, memories remain; and then memories fly, only memoirs remain and finally memoirs disappear, nothing remains!

We love the morning, because we know that there will be night soon! We love the night, because we know that there will be morning soon! Who loves the morning if there shall be no night? Who loves the night if there shall be no morning?

Poets that lasting marble seek Must carve in Latin or in Greek: We write in sand, our language grows And like the tide, our work o'erflows.

You have to love dancing to stick to it. It gives you nothing back, no manuscripts to store away, no paintings to show on walls and maybe hang in museums, no poems to be printed and sold, nothing but that single fleeting moment when you feel alive.

O que perdemos acontece depressa.

Aqui só há outroras, isto é água riscando fósforos.

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and silence. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

The world changes too fast. You take your eyes off something that's always been there, and the next minute it's just a memory.

The human race will disappear. Other races in turn will appear and disappear. The skies will be glacial and empty, traversed by the feeble light of half-dead stars. These too will disappear. Everything will disappear. And human actions are as free and as stripped of meaning as the unfettered movements of the elementary particles. Good, evil, morality, sentiments? Pure 'Victorian fictions.' All that exists is egotism. Cold, intact, and radiant.

And we'd look at each other the way you do when you see someone on the street you think you recognize, but not quite. Someone you wish with all your heart were there but who is actually just a stranger. And you feel a kind of deep longing that hurts like a huge gash and your inability to fix it leaves you frustrated and angry and bone-deep lonely.

Love makes the time pass, but time makes love pass, too.

Nothing is forever...nothing lasts.

Vivir era ir muriendo día a día, poquito a poco, inexorablemente.

Heu esbrinat que en un instant només pot estimar-se tant com en tota una vida.

But I couldn't put a face to the feeling; it was a dissolving thought, like a dream that hurries away when you approach it.

Le temps qui fuit nous y convie Profitons de la vie Autant que nous pouvons.

Bodies wear out to remind us they are temporary, and force us to spend more thought on our spirits

Everything that gets born dies.