Quotes About Ephemerality

The rotation of the world indicates that no one or nothing can last forever in physical form; only the spiritual is infinite.

Seize the day. Because we're only going to experience a limited number of springs, summers, and falls.

To enjoy the now. It'll be gone soon enough, and no one knows what the next hour, much less tomorrow, will bring.

Madame de Pompadour excelled at an art which the majority of human beings thoroughly despise because it is unprofitable and ephemeral: the art of living.

A wave of spray from the ocean feels powerful, but it is only there for a moment, the sun dries the puddles and the water is gone. Then you feel maybe it never happened. That is how it was with us. The only wave that changes anything is a tsunami. You have to tear down the houses and destroy the land if you want to be sure no one will forget you.

Every blade will wither and fade, As the old man dies again. Seasons pass, We're clinging to grass, 'Cause we've lost the sky again.

Beside the river there are two things you never forget, that the moment you look at a river that moment has already passed, and that everything is on its way somewhere else.

We desire and love and hate and quarrel and deceive and weep – and in a short while we're gone and our lives leave no trace, and all those tears and all that laughter might never have happened.

Of course, Heraclitus was right. Everything flows; nothing abides.

Civilizations are the summer noise of insects between two winters.

Hâtons-nous; le temps fuit et nous traîne avec soi: Le moment où je parle est déjà loin de moi.

Time flies and draws us with it. The moment in which I am speaking is already far from me.

Just because it won't last doesn't mean it isn't worth something.

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

HERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW. ?O USE TO MILK IS YOUR SORROW

Everything passes.

A vida é um sopro.

I suppose I should get a VCR, but the only thing I like about television is its ephemerality.

You better have fun. Because you're going to be gone in a minute.

Sometimes our forever life does not last as long as we think

Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.

We are constantly distilling our selves out of ourselves like fountains that gush from underground wellsprings, flash briefly in the sun, and return to their source.

To ash all things return, so too this flesh will burn.

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