Quotes About Ephemeral

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

This will not come again. Nor this. Nor this....

Life is smoke, plain and simple; we just fool ourselves that it's otherwise. All it takes is one good gust and we float away and disappear, leaving behind only the scent of our passing in the form of memories.

Time like an ever rolling stream bears all its sons away They fly forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day.

He was aware of his body as a shell. Fragile, thin as excuses. A vessel containing the dust of his essential him-ness which would be lost when the vessel failed. Well, that was the way of the world. For a time he was fixed in his body, stuck and named and fixed in place, but one day that would not be the case. One day only his name would remain, on a tombstone or etched onto an urn, marking his dried bones or ashes.

Like the moon, you're only good and visible a few days a month. Exerting influence, pulling up whitecaps. The rest of time falling away, cut up into parts and nobody knows where you are.

How inevitable it is; we step into an ordinary moment and never come out again.

We seldom know what we're hearing when we hear something for the first time, but one thing is certain: we hear it as we will never hear it again. We return to the moment to experience it, I suppose, but we can never really find it, only its memory, the faintest imprint of what really was, what it meant.

When I walk the halls of my high school those smudges are a constant reminder that death is a mere squint away.

Quand on voir ce qu'on fut sur terre et ce qu'on lassie/ Seul le silence est grand tout le reste est faiblesse.

The transitoriness of our existence in no way makes it meaningless. But it does constitute our responsibility; for now everything hinges upon our realizing the transitory possibilities.

Time is flying never to return.

All our sweetest hours fly fastest.

Fugit irreparabile tempus.

Optima dies...prima fugit

Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

she always had the feeling that it was very, very dangerous to live even one day.

The flower bloomed and faded. The sun rose and sank. The lover loved and went. And what the poets said in rhyme, the young translated into practice.

No sooner have you feasted on beauty with your eyes than your mind tells you that beauty is vain and beauty passes

There is nothing staid, nothing settled, in this universe. All is rippling, all is dancing; all is quickness and triumph.

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

We are only lightly covered with buttoned cloth; and beneath these pavements are shells, bones and silence.

In any case life is but a procession of shadows, and God knows why it is that we embrace them so eagerly, and see them depart with such anguish, being shadows.