Quotes About Ephemeral

Bodies are just leftovers, not the real event on death.

I run to death, and death meets me as fast, And all my pleasures are like yesterday.

everything was ephemeral, yet everything was eternal

Civilizations rose and fell and in the end everything was dust and sand. Nothing beside remained. Hotels, maybe.

Death alone discloses how insignificant are the puny bodies of men.

Only death reveals what a nothing the body of man is.

Love is... what makes a weak man brave and a king step off his throne. Good times, bad times, easy times, tough times, it comes in an instant and lasts three days after forever. That's what love is.

A man is nothing but breath and shadow.

Little men build up great ones, but the snow colossus soon melts; the good stand under the eye of God, and therefore stand.

It is strange how fragile this man-creature is.....in one second he's just garbage. Garbage, that's all.

A breeze passes in the night. When did it spring up? Whence does it come? Whither is it going? No man knows.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

Fame is a Bleet, man.

The cemetery is filled with indispensable men.

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

A man's renown is like the hue of grass, Which comes and goes.

A man who can be entertaining for a full day will be in his grave by night-fall.

If he could only see how small a vacancy his death would leave, the proud man would think less of the place he occupies in his lifetime.

The world's a bubble, and the life of man, Less than a span.

Even such is man, whose glory lendsHis life a blaze or two, and ends.

Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.

Men after death ... are understood worse than men of the moment, but heard better.

If man reflects on the changes and transformations which follow one another like wave after wave and their rapidity, he will despise everything which is perishable.

...small too even the longest fame thereafter, which is itself subject to a succession of little men who quickly die, and have no knowledge of themselves, let alone of those long dead.