Quotes About Ephemerality

Even when we turn around, there are no footprints behind us... Nor the road we came along, nor the tune we hummed... When we die, No-one will know it's happened

Todas las cosas se derrumban y dejan de ser, y no hay nada que pase más rápido que la vida de un hombre feliz.

The inaudible and noiseless foot of time.

He makes a July's day short as December.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;And from that full meridian of my glory,I haste now to my setting: I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.

The swift years slip and slide adown the steep; The slow years pass; neither will come again.

Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.

Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide; The Form remains, the Function never dies; While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise, We Men, who in our morn of youth defied The elements, must vanish;—be it so!

A man dies ... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.

How can you bring more light to the ephemeras who are plunged into the fire, because they have already had the light of the fire then.

In a thousand years, Fred, no one will even know or care we existed.

Anyhow, Molly died, in the way that all really good things die, fast and brutal and for no apparent reason.

Live fast in the digital! Die young in the analog!

Life will not last forever. Enjoy its beauty and joy while you are here.

For I am a drop of water, I may change but I will never vanish in thin air.

Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost, Who sums the treasure that it carries hence? Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost, Star-eyed intelligence?

todo viaja hacia su difuminación lentamente nada más ocurrir y hasta mientras acontece

Timpul, pur ?i simplu, trecuse pe deasupra, cu cortegiul lui de nout??i ?i de prefaceri, ?i aruncase asupra eviden?ei un fel de v?l de obscuritate.

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Mysterious paradox: time, motionless here, gallops out there. In my contracted world, the hours drag on but the months flash by.

what was she like? she loved him, really loved him then, for an instant. this, this was easier.

remembered how I was only a speck after all in uncomfortably limitless space, of no account whatever in the general scheme of things, but with a horrid private capacity for being often and easily hurt; and how specks have a trick of dying, which I in my turn would presently do, and a fresh speck, not nearly so nice, as I hoped and believed, would immediately start up and fill my vacancy, perhaps so exactly my vacancy that it would even wear my gloves and stockings.

Let us alone. Time driveth onward fast,And in a little while our lips are dumb.Let us alone. What is it that will last?All things are taken from us, and becomePortions and parcels of the dreadful Past.

Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves - except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends. Other than these, we go out anonymous into the insect air and all we are is the dust of colour, brief engineerings of wings towards a glint of light on a blade of grass or a leaf in a summer dark.