Quotes About Ephemeral

The longest-lived and the shortest-lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

The tragedy of man is that the happy moments of life behave like the birds of the forests: They appear and disappear suddenly!

The world leaves no track in space, and the greatest action of man no mark in the vast idea.

Steadfast Seas and MountainsThe lofty mountains and the seas, Being mountains, being seas, Both exist and are real. But frail as flowers are the lives of men, Passing phantoms of this world.

When a man dies he kicks the dust.

The changing year's successive plan Proclaims mortality to man.

Isn't man but a blossom taken by wind, and only the mountains and the sea and the stars and this land of the gods everlasting?

If I say to the moment: 'Stay now! You are so beautiful'!

Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.

Don't cling to fame. You're just borrowing it. It's like money. You're going to die, and somebody else is going to get it.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

Early, bright, transient, chaste as morning dew, She sparkled, was exhaled, and went to heaven.

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground - to die.

The morning glory which blooms for an hour differs not at heart from a giant pine that lives for a thousand years.

Life is short and love is over in the morning.

This entire most beautiful order of good things is going to pass away after its measure has been exhausted; for both morning and evening were made in them.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.

My tombstone? I'm thinking something along the lines of, 'Geez, he was just here a minute ago.'

As an atheist, I believe that all life is unspeakably precious, because it's only here for a brief moment, a flare against the dark, and then it's gone forever.

When you hear music, after it's over, it's gone, in the air. You can never capture it again.

Music, when soft voices die Vibrates in the memory.

As music becomes less of a thing--a cylinder, a cassette, a disc--and more ephemeral, perhaps we will begin to assign an increasing value to live performances again.