Quotes About Ephemeral

All we ever find is the arising and ceasing of the world as it has come to be now. When you snap your fingers, it's already gone. All that persists is thus. Thus is not an object of mind but Mind Itself.

Sometimes for better, sometimes for worse, nothing lasts forever.

It's a stark thought that when we die most of us will leave behind uneaten biscuits, unused coffee, half toilet rolls, half cartons of milk in the fridge to go sour; that everyday functional things will outlive us and prove that we weren't ready to go; that we weren't smart or knowing or heroic; that we were just animals whose animal bodies stopped working without any sort of schedule or any consent from us.

If you walk away from a sandcastle, it won't be there tomorrow, because as the wind, waves, seagulls, and small children push the grains of sand around, they're more likely to arrange them into one of the vast number of configurations that don't look like a castle than into the tiny few that do.

Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.

Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?

Freedom is strangely ephemeral. It is something like breathing; one only becomes acutely aware of its importance when one is choking.

Even if it is only for a matter of moments, because those moments bring with them a Love so intense that it justifies the rest of our days.

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

We aren't the things we collect, acquire, read. We are, for as long as we are here, only love. The things we loved. The people we loved. And these, I think these really do live on.

Swift doth young Love flee, And we stand wakened, shivering from our dream.

Theater is so ephemeral, and I love that.

Loveliest of lovely things are they, On earth, that soonest pass away. The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

What a difference! Under the esthetic sky, everything is buoyant, beautiful, transient! when ethics arrives on the scene, everything becomes harsh, angular and infinitely boring

Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.

Love like a shadow flies when substance love pursues Pursuing that that flies, and flying what pursues.

Love's pleasure lasts but a moment; love's sorrow lasts all through life.

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

Love is like quicksilver in the hand.

... everyone has come to understand that unconditional love is a reality, but with as shelf life of about eight to ten seconds. [p. 110]

That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.

That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.

Sem adivinhar que essa primeira vez seria a última, primeira sem segunda, noite sem retorno.