Quotes About Ephemeral

Maybe that's the way of things, too. That the more beautiful a thing is, the shorter it seems to last. People now less than flowers

Maybe that's the way of things, too. That the more beautiful a thing is, the shorter it seems to last. People no less than flowers.

FLESH IS LIKE GRASS, AND ALL ITS GLORY LIKE THE FLOWER OF GRASS. THE GRASS WITHERS, AND THE FLOWER FALLS OFF, 25BUT THE WORD OF THE LORD ENDURES FOREVER." And this is the word which was preached to you.

I conceive of nothing, in religion, science or philosophy, that is more than the proper thing to wear, for a while.

A kiss seals two souls for a moment in time.

Life winks as it passes me by and is gone before my own blink of eye.

Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.

Walls shift as the day's warmth rushes out and coolness from the garden flows in to take its place. Couches exhale. In the attic, objects made of suede and velvet stir. Forgotten horsehair mattresses sigh and wonder. Something flutters.

Easy come, Easy go.

Time is the only true currency we have. Even if Warren Buffett and Bill Gates combined their billions, they couldn't buy an extra second of time.

No one can save time. It's not like money. You can't deposit the time you save into an account and use it later. Time passes. Time is a constantly depleting resource. Once it's gone, it's gone, and you will NEVER get it back.

The most important principle in your relationship with time is that time is perishable. No one can save time. It's not like money. You can't deposit the time you don't use into an account and use it later. Time passes. Time is a constantly depleting resource. Once it's gone, it's gone, and you will never get it back.

L'amour a épousé l'absence, un soir d'été;

Passent les jours et passent les semaines Ni temps passé Ni les amours reviennent

Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning." "There are things that stand the test of time, there are things that last. Like love." "Love theres nothing more fragile or ephereal. Love is like fire on a rainy day: you've got to spend all your time protecting it, feeding it, tending it because if you don't it goes out." "There are some loves that last." "No, what lasts is the pain that comes after love.

Every mundanity of life grows infinitely more precious in the face of impending death.

When Heraclitus said that everything passes steadily along, he was not inciting us to make the best of the moment, an idea unseemly to his placid mind, but to pay attention to the pace of things. Each has its own rhythm: the nap of a dog, the procession of the equinoxes, the dances of Lydia, the majestically slow beat of the drums at Dodona, the swift runners at Olympia.

The light is dying, as all light must.

Reality was the keener for being fugitive, concealed, and doubtful...

It seemed to him that people must pass through each other's lives all the time, touch them, be touched by them. Leave something behind, maybe, like a star that fell – you became a memory.

But what did one own if life, if love, could be taken away to darkness? Was it all not just ... a loan, a leasehold, transitory as candles?

She was afraid to suggest to him that to most people, nothing "happens." That most people merely live from day to day until they die. That, after he had been dead a year, doubtless fewer than five people would think of him oftener than once a year. That there might even come a year when no one on earth would think of him at all.

These days I am in a super-acute, a hyped-up life. It never goes to sleep. And yet all the events of this hyped-up life seem to be cut from the hyperdream. All of them turn up accompanied by a voice that murmurs to my heart "it's not going to last.

Behold the portrait of our mortality