Quotes About Ephemeral

The emotions attached to them were like sand castles in the tide, slowly washing out to sea.

that time had a funny way of dimming the edges of reality until only something blurry remained

she'd learned long time ago that nothing wonderful lasted forever

He always had the sense that they were on borrowed time.

This business is ephemeral, and you have to maintain a healthy cynicism about it. There's a 'flavour of the month' aspect to it, so you have to keep moving on and mutating.

Nothing could stay perfect, but if you were lucky and diligent, you could steal a few perfect moments in your life.

in the blink of an eye my beauty becomes but a feast for worms, and I, a forgotten sigh in a sea of nothingness.

The only certainty is that, eventually, all things shall pass.

Quiera yo, al entrar en este lugar, comprender mi transitoriedad y olvidar mi apego a todo aquello que amo.

It was a weak sensation, though: faint as faded regret.

Perhaps it existed only to stand in contrast with the whole nature, as if to say, We were here. Alex wasn't sure if the thought was morbid or inspiring.

Sometimes, if I am not careful, and I stare too long at a flower, it shrivels and dies.

Our pictures are fleeting and elusive. In the far future, bits of hard drives may be fossilized in limestone, and discarded iPhones may find themselves encased in amber, hardened like nail polish, but the bits of humanity that these exquisitely crafted machines hold will be lost to time.

Yesterday's rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and altars like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn

as Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn; and what would be the point of saying today that the abbot Abo had a stern eye and pale cheeks, when by now he and those around him are dust and their bodies have the mortal grayness of dust (only their souls, God grant, shining with a light that will never be extinguished)?

Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn;

Az életöröm abból az érzésbÅ'l fakad, hogy a vigalom meg a búbánat is csak rövid ideig tart, és jaj nekünk, ha megtudjuk, hogy örök boldogság vár reánk.

I shall not indulge in descriptions of persons because, as Boethius says, nothing is more fleeting than the external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn; and what would be the point of saying today that the abbot Abo had a stern eye and pale cheeks, when by now he and those around him are dust and their bodies have the mortal grayness of dust?

Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.

Everything being a constant carnival, there is no carnival left.

El exceso del dolor como el exceso de la alegría, es una cosa violenta que dura poco: el corazón del hombre no puede durar mucho en un extremo.

When we reach out to pluck a flower the stem trembles, seeming both to shrink and to offer itself. The human body has something of this tremor at the moment when the mysterious hand of death reaches out to pluck a soul.