Quotes About Ephemeral

De l'única cosa de què podem estar segurs és que el temps existeix, sí o no? Perquè va desapareixent. I una cosa que no existeix no desapareix.

Nomi: someday you'll be gone, you'll be dust, and then even less than dust. Nothing. There's no other place to be. This world is good enough for you because it has to be. Go ahead and love it.

Life goes quickly, doesn't it?

You cannot unplay your notes. Time, like music, is indelible that way.

Dor shook his head. "The phrase. What does it mean?" Sarah wondered if he was kidding. "Time flies? You know, like, time goes really fast and suddenly you're saying goodbye and it's like no time passed at all?" His eyes drifted. He liked it. "Time flies." "With you," she added.

We humans make so much of 'our' time on earth. We measure it, we compare it, we put it in our tombstones.

tapes, like photographs and videos, are [nothing more than] a desperate attempt to steal something from death's suitcase.

Time is not something you give back

But the human form is not permanent. It was never meant to be. That gift belongs to the soul.

We are but an ephemeral bubble drifting on the surface of an endless void. Yet I can think of no bubble more beautiful.

with cities as with life, for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying, and our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to our transient beginnings and middles until the instant when it does.

our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to our transient beginnings and middles until the instant when it does.

a beautiful memory one knows has already commenced to fade. •

but that is the way of things, with cities as with life, for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying

There are no truths, only moments of claryty passing for answers.

New grass, you don't even know where to sprout and grow. How can I, a drop of dew, vanish away in the air leaving you alone?

Those who linger on and those all too swiftly gone live as dewdrops, all, and it is a foolish thing to set one's heart on their world.

In]the too solid three-dimensional city, I could never feel myself as anything but spectral, disintegrating, pointless, fluid.

Madame de Pompadour excelled at an art which the majority of human beings thoroughly despise because it is unprofitable and ephemeral: the art of living. Change is the greatest aphrodisiac of all.

They come and go like seasons, the winter that gives no thought to the spring.

She was safe for another moment, one more moment, and all of life was only moments, after all.

The tear is famous, briefly, to the cheek

One who has loved truly, can never lose entirely. Love is whimsical and temperamental. Its nature is ephemeral, and transitory. It comes when it pleases,and goes away without warning. Accept and enjoy it while it remains, but spend no time worrying about its departure. Worry will never bring it back.

I cried over beautiful things knowing no beautiful thing lasts. The field of cornflower yellow is a scarf at the neck of the copper sunburned woman, the mother of the year, the taker of seeds. The northwest wind comes and the yellow is torn full of holes, new beautiful things come in the first spit of snow on the northwest wind, and the old things go, not one lasts.