Quotes About Ephemeral

When all trace of our existence is gone, for whom then will this be a tragedy?

Snowflake. You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you don't have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back.

It's just that the passing of time is irrevocably the passing of you. And then nothing.

You catch the snowflake but when you look in your hand you dont have it no more. Maybe you see this dechado. But before you can see it it is gone. If you want to see it you have to see it on its own ground. If you catch it you lose it. And where it goes there is no coming back from. Not even God can bring it back.

The first rule of the world is that everything vanishes forever.

The frailty of everything revealed at last.

Le cose ci sono e poi non ci sono più. Credo che sentirne la mancanza vuol dire sperare che tornino. Ma le cose non tornano

The boy looked at him. Finally he asked him why this was such a blessing and the blind man did not answer and did not answer and then at last he said that because what can be touched falls into dust there can be no mistaking these things for the real. At best they are only tracings of where the real has been.

For the world was made new each day and it was only men's clinging to its vanished husks that could make of that world one husk more.

when you close your eyes do I go away? Do you?

The wolf is made he way the world is made. You cannot touch the world. You cannot hold it in your hand for it is made of breath only.

Nothing's forever. It wasnt the sort of news that a cat likes to hear.

Reality is a fragile thing.

Sometimes, through the window of a car coming the other way, she caught a glimpse if a stranger's face, then it was gone, like a book you open then close at once.

Although it's not just plants and animals that die out, so do books. Quite often, I'm sorry to say. I'm sure you could fill a hundred houses like this one to the roof with all the books that have disappeared forever.

Como é bom deixar uma marca na superfície branca. Fazer um mapa com meus passos mesmo que seja temporário.

The thing is, we are all, in a sense, supper. Walking, talking, breathing suppers, that's what we are. Take you, for instance. YOU are about to be eaten by ME, so that makes you supper. That's obvious. But even a murderous carnivore like myself will be supper for worms one day. We're all snatching precious moments from the peaceful jaws of time.

History is a ghost story.

We're all snatching precious moments from the peaceful jaws of time

We don't exist, We're only mist, And that was just the wind that hissed.

I understood how easily and how quickly things could be snatched away.

I have no idea, of course, that of all the feelings of my youth that would pass, it was this one, of an abundance of time so great as to routinely be unfillable, that would vanish with the least ceremony.

In camine, unii dintre elevi se apucasera deja sa impacheteze, lucru pe care eu il uram – vedeam peretii goi si suprafetele lipsite de obiecte ca pe niste aluzii rauvoitoare la cat de efemer era totul in jur, cat de iluzorie era senzatia pe care o avem ca ne apartine vreodata ceva.

Sex and a cocktail: they both lasted about as long, had the same effect, and amounted to about the same thing.