Quotes About Ephemerality

Nada dura, ni se repite, ni se detiene, ni insiste.

You are the sky. The clouds are what happens, what comes and goes.

If you remain in conscious connection with the Unmanifested, you value, love, and deeply respect the manifested and every life form in it as an expression of the One Life beyond form. You also know that every form is destined to dissolve again and that ultimately nothing out here matters all that much. You have "overcome the world," in the words of Jesus, or, as the Buddha put it, you have "crossed over to the other shore.

And what difference does it make, anyway, what you like and what you don't like? You are here for but an instant, and you mustn't take yourself too seriously.

People, I had by this time found, all stopped living at one time or another, however many years longer they continued to be alive ...

What shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue!

Maybe we're all dying, one breath at a time.

Memory near oblivion. Far death

Los años se restan, se diluyen, se esfuman, en vertiginoso retroceso del tiempo

Ritualism at its best is but the shortlived after-summer of the spiritual year! very fascinating it may be, but when it cometh, be sure winter is at the doors. "We all do fade as a leaf, and our iniquities, like the wind, have taken us away.

All forms that perish other forms supply, (By turns we catch the vital breath and die) Like bubbles on the sea of matter borne, They rise, they break, and to that sea return.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!

Use the occasion, for it passes swiftly.

Phenomenal, to be such a small, weak, short-lived being on a planet with billions of years left to run.

The use of music is to remind us how short a time we have a body.

God warns us to not get too attached to what's around us because it is temporary. We're told, "Those in frequent contact with the things of the world should make good use of them without becoming attached to them, for this world and all it contains will pass away."9

We're dying from the moment we're born

He noticed that Ursula's ox-eye daisies, wrapped in damp newspaper, were drooping, almost dead. Nothing could be kept, he thought, everything ran through one's fingers like sand or water. Or time. Perhaps nothing should be kept.

Their names written on water. Or scorched into the earth. Or atomized into the air. Legion.

She allowed the hum and buzz of the park to lullaby her. Life wasn't about becoming, was it? It was about being. Dr Kellet would have approved this thought. And everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal, she thought sleepily.

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.

Like fire, the passage of time devoured all things, even a man's life, until it was utterly consumed.

I've come to appreciate cooking over the years. It's an art, I'm convinced of it, just as noble as painting or poetry. It's not appreciated simply because the product disappears so quickly