Quotes About Ephemeral

...the moron who thought love was forever.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

What you love, you must love all the harder because someday it will be gone.

When I think of Simone now, I think of butterfly wings. Beautiful and excruciatingly delicate. Touch them once and they might disintegrate.

Almost nine years later, I know that stars don't burn forever, and even the brightest can shatter into a million, burning sparks before falling from the sky.

I am a fading phantasmagoria. Time has left me in partial glory.

Irresistiblemente pensé que la vida, la vida animal, no era la única cosa que pasaba y desaparecía.

Keep everything young and soft, keep everything on the surface, even with the knowledge that the surface fades and can't be held together forever - take advantage before the expiration date appears in the nearing distance.

I thought I was going to cry but it passed

We revere the absolute but are bound to the transitory.

The greatest relevancy can become irrelevant in the space of a heartbeat.

Though death will cancel it, life in this world is a glorious thing.

Sooner or later, every last echo fades. Even the loudest thunder in the deepest valley.

Truly, as the ancients taught us, there is nothing under the moon, however fine, that is not subject to corruption.

Love. I think an angel would fear falling in love with a mortal—someone who could be theirs for only a short time and then would slip away forever.

The lifetime of a human being is measured by decades, the lifetime of the Sun is a hundred million times longer. Compared to a star, we are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their lives in the course of a single day.

Compared to a star, we are like mayflies, fleeting ephemeral creatures who live out their whole lives in the course of a single day. From the point of view of a mayfly, human beings are stolid, boring, almost entirely immovable, offering hardly a hint that they ever do anything. From the point of view of a star, a human being is a tiny flash, one of billions of brief lives flickering tenuously on the surface of a strangely cold, anomalously solid, exotically remote sphere of silicate and iron.

I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the Earth Ã¢â'¬Â¦

If the Earth were as old as a person, a typical organism would be born, live and die in a sliver of a second. We are fleeting, transitional creatures, snowflakes fallen on the hearth fire.

From the point of view of a mayfly, human beings are stolid, boring, almost entirely immovable, offering hardly a hint that they ever do anything. From the point of view of a star, a human being is a tiny flash, one of billions of brief lives flickering tenuously on the surface of a strangely cold, anomalously solid, exotically remote sphere of silicate and iron.

Some thrive for time, while most quickly vanish.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever. What

We are like butterflies, who flutter for a day and think it's forever.

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.