Quotes About Ephemeral

A sign read: YOUR STAY HERE IS TOUCH AND GO—TOUCH AND YOU GO.

Good things are rare. They are to be cherished because they always leave us too soon.

Surroundings are irrelevant. Exteriors, you learn, are temporal and illusionary and thus meaningless.

You can assume that the leaf you see let go of a branch and fall towards the ground has never been considered by any being but yourself. Catch it in your hand - or, even better, keep walking until one falls into your reach naturally - and it will have spent its whole time on the planet without ever touching the ground, only because of you.

Most of the moments of our life - and I calculated, you know, the psychological present is said to be about three seconds long; that means that, you know, in a life there are about 600 million of them; in a month, there are about 600,000 - most of them don't leave a trace.

I think that's what we're all most terrified about: that we'll just die and disappear and we'll leave no trace.

A poet must leave traces of his passage, not proof.

There was a time when I kept track of it all; when my mind worked like a giant lint brush being swept over the fuzzy surface of popular culture. But these days, pop culture seems to have gotten fuzzier and fuzzier; notoriety comes and goes in the snap of a finger.

I mean that everything this afternoon has been too beautiful, and that perhaps everything together will never be so right again. I'm very glad therefore you've been a part of it.

Perhaps it's my natural pessimism, but it seems that an awfully large part of travel these days is to see things while you still can.

What is more melancholy and more profound than to see a thousand objects for the first and the last time? To travel is to be born and to die at every instant...

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

From all these trees, in the salads, the soup, everywhere, cherry blossoms fall.

Like birds landing on a tree top together, and then dispersing, we are together for a very short time, so it makes sense to live in harmony, in unconditional friendship.

Cherry trees will blossom every year; But I'll disappear for good, One of these days.

He could not die when the trees were green, For he loved the time too well.

Flowers are lovely; love is flower-like; Friendship is a sheltering tree; Oh the joys that came down shower-like, Of friendship, love, and liberty, Ere I was old!

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

Woman's faith and woman's trust, Write the characters in dust.

Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns the water, or but writes in dust.

So time, you see, is not so precise as many believe," Brynna was saying, lighting a candle. "It is not a solid thing, to be carved into days and hours at our bidding. It is fluid, liquid. It can change as easily as the sea changes, on one day calm and smooth, on another stormy and dangerous.

Reality is as thin as paper, girl, and as easily torn.