Quotes About Ephemeral

People will come and people will go. But life sucks forever!

Life is weird; You can go from being strangers.To being friends. To being more than friends.. An then being practically strangers again.

Nothing is ours except time.

Time is the most precious thing you have and you can give to someone but you can never get it back.

Everything in this world is temporary, you can take nothing when our time ends,so enjoy every second of your life.

Enjoy in good things as much as you can, because everything ends someday, but good memories stays forever.

Nature is a natural beauty. Appreciate its beauty, for there will be a time where it is gone and only memories remain.

Time is a coin that you can spend only once, use it, invest it, and make it count!

We are here. And then we are not here. For a little while, we are a story. ...layers of lived life...

I held my breath and wished for that moment to last as long as it possibly could, because a waking dream is always more fleeting than a sleeping one.

We are nothing here but just candles burning in the wind.

Sometimes, he said, you feel the irreplaceability of a moment in time—its perfect ephemeral uniqueness. Yes? You know?

Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. Instead, you ought to say, "If it is the Lord's will, we will live and do this or that." (James 4:13-15)

Someone called actors sculptors in snow. Very apt. In the end, it's all nothing.

Illusions may fade, but the sublime remains.

Love and infatuation are like time and tide. One is forever, the other comes and goes.

Thrice would I have thrown my arms about her neck, and thrice the ghost embraced fled from my grasp: like a fluttering breeze, like a fleeting dream.

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.

Trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

Time flies... scrapbook it.

And the rest is rust and stardust.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

But he calls down a blessing on the blossom of the may, Because it comes in beauty, and in beauty blows away.

I kiss you and the world begins to fade. – W. B. Yeats, The Land of Heart's Desire (? Jennings Press, August 25, 2008) Originally published 1894.