Quotes About Ephemeral

The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passion, but now all gone, one generation vanishing after another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone like ghosts at cock-crow.

The poetry of history lies in the quasi-miraculous fact that once, on this earth, once, on this familiar spot of ground, walked other men and women, as actual as we are today, thinking their own thoughts, swayed by their own passions, but now all gone, one generation vanishing into another, gone as utterly as we ourselves shall shortly be gone, like ghosts at cockrow.

Full lasting is the song, though he,The singer, passes.

Kissing don't last: cookery do !

Glory may be everlasting, yet it is fleeting as well—soon forgotten in the aftermath of even the most famous of victories if they lead to greater disasters.

There's nothing half so mortal as a grey goose feather.

What was it Catelyn Stark had called them, that night at Bitterbridge? The knights of summer. And now it was autumn and they were falling like leaves.…

Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.

It is like dust.  You go about and never notice, you breathe it in, you eat and drink it.  It is sifted so fine, it doesn't even grit on your teeth.  But stand still for an instant and there it is, coating your face and hands.  To shake off this drizzle of ashes you must be forever on the go.  And so people are always 'on the go'.

Il y a donc des amours pareils à ces fruits de la Mer Morte qui ne vous laissent à la bouche qu'un goût de cendre impérissable.

There's only one true identity—to be a living creature among living creatures. To be ephemeral and to value the Other, because he is ephemeral as well.

Come quickly. You mustn't miss the dawn. It will never be just like this again.

I do not like the idea of happiness -- it is too momentary.

Macaulay is well for awhile, but one wouldn't live under Niagara.

Normal day, let me be aware of the treasure you are. Let me learn from you, love you, savour you, bless you before you depart. Let me not pass you by in quest of some rare and perfect tomorrow. Let me hold you while I may, for it will not always be so. One day I shall dig my nails into the earth, or bury my face in the pillow, or stretch myself taut, or raise my hands to the sky, and want, more than all the world, your return.

Live mindful of how brief your life is.

Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again.

All my possessions for a moment of time.

Time is the one thing that can never be retrieved.

If, every day, I dare to remember that I am here on loan, that this house, this hillside, these minutes are all leased to me, not given, I will never despair.

Time is a fluid condition which has no existence except in the momentary avatars of individual people.

Time is a sandpile we run our fingers in.

Time is one kind of robber whom the law does not strike at, and who steals what is most precious to men.

Time is a very shadow that passeth away.