Quotes About Ephemeral

Where body meets air, we are all cadavers.

while—for a couple of minutes—it's actually

Jonathan Bate quotes a couplet from Cymbeline, "Golden lads and girls all must, / As chimney sweepers, come to dust

Just like that, they were gone and the patio was mellow again. As Rich said later, it was like a "gust of wind." MJ was the gust; everyone else was the twigs, leaves, and branches flying around.

Notre durée vaine et chétive

I think the truly natural things are dreams, which nature can't touch with decay.

Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!

The last moments slipped by, one by one, irretrievable.

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

It is my practice to index my Journal entries every other week or so. I find that this is more efficient than indexing them straight away. After some time has passed it is easier to separate the important from the ephemeral.

The box is only temporary.

The frost makes a flower, the dew makes a star --from Death & Co.

Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don't want to die.

What happens between us Happens in darkness, vanishes Easy and often as each breath.

Everywhere, imperceptibly or otherwise, things are passing, ending, going. And there will be other summers, other band concerts, but never this one, never again, never as now. Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers.

Every so often a beam of light appeared out of thin air, traversed the wall like a ghostly, exploratory finger, and slid off into nothing again.

Saturday morning, and I am at the old game of catching time between my fingers as it is running, forever running, away.

to learn that you can never learn anything valid for truth, only momentary, transitory sayings that apply to you in your moment, your locality, and your present state of mind

Io sono il presente, ma so che anch'io me ne andrò. L'instante sublime, la fiamma che consuma arriva e subito scompare: sabbie mobili, semore. E io non voglio morire.

Those who glitter with the glory of the hummingbird meaning death

And voices are In the wind's singing More distant and more solemn Than a fading star.

The nymphs are departed.

We are the music while the music lasts.

We die to each other daily. What we know of other people is only our memory of the moments during which we knew them. And they have changed since then.