Quotes About Ephemeral

The Summer-time will come again To kiss the brow of dying Spring, And, with the south wind's low refrain, A choral requiem will she sing.

When a man dies he kicks the dust.

El hombre vive mas en el tiempo que en el espacio.

See yonder little cloud, that, borne aloft So tenderly by the wind, floats fast away Over the snowy peaks!

I know it is more agreeable to walk upon carpets than to lie upon dungeon floors, I know it is pleasant to have all the comforts and luxuries of civilization; but he who cares only for these things is worth no more than a butterfly, contented and thoughtless, upon a morning flower; and who ever thought of rearing a tombstone to a last summer's butterfly?

Such was life; everything passed away; the fields and woodlands of boyhood became built upon; streets and pavements and lamp posts arose where warblers and willow wrens had sung; nothing ever remained the same.

omul este ca un fluture: se înc?lzeÈ™te la soarele favorurilor, iar la prima adiere mai rece piere... chiar dac? n-ar vrea!

Life is fragile and absurd.

When you understand that you will die tomorrow, if not today, and nothing will be left, then everything is so unimportant!... So one goes on living, amusing oneself with hunting, with work - anything so as not think of death

I do value my work awfully; but in reality only consider this: all this world of ours is nothing but a speck of mildew, which has grown up on a tiny planet. And for us to suppose we can have something great - ideas, work - it's all dust and ashes.

If you once realize that to-morrow, if not to-day, you will die and nothing will be left of you, everything becomes insignificant!

No hay felicidad en la existencia, no hay más que relámpagos de felicidad.

Cor, what a godawful stink!" That was all that remained of this man in the land of the living.

When you've grasped the fact that today or tomorrow you will die and nothing will be left of you, everything becomes so insignificant.

Look at the sky, and at the earth, and think that all things pass. All of the mountains and rivers you see, and all the forms of life, and all creations of nature, all pass. Then you will understand the truth; you will see what remains, what does not pass. —BUDDHIST WISDOM

At each flash of lightning not only the Milky Way but the bright stars also disappeared, but as soon as the lightning died out they reappeared in the same places, as if thrown by some unerring hand.

When my heart is broken as usual over someone's evanescent beauty and design after design they fade like kingdoms with no writing

Enjoy today because it won't come back.

Moments are like gas, they pass.

You can't put a dent in impermanence.

Plover's words were like dried flowers, stiff and crumbling, crushed flat between pages, when we'd had the living, blooming blossoms all around

It was ending too soon, the way everything did, everything except Ebola viruses and really bad people like psychopaths. Those things never ended.

As soon as he seized happiness it dispersed and reappeared somewhere else. Like Fillory, like everything good, it never lasted. What a terrible thing to know.

We're all ghosts here, you just don't look like one yet.