Quotes About Ephemeral

World is suddener than we fancy it.

Like all happiness, it did not last long.

Everything mortal has moments immortal, Swift and God-gifted, immeasurably bright.

The petals numbered but degrade to prose Summer's triumphant poem of the rose.

Nada importa mucho, ¿no? Me refiero a importar de verdad. Sin embargo a veces de pronto, durante apenas un segundo, se te concede la gracia de creer que sí, que importa muchísimo. (Del cuento Perdidos)

From 'Periodic Table of Elements': A girl ago, a girlhood gone like a phial of ether | Thrown on fire--just | A little jump of flame, like grief, or | Like a penicillin that has lost its skill at killing | Off, it then is gone.

No evil can persist, and as to things, Why, nothing is unchangeable.

Las cosas existen mientras haya quien que las recuerde.

This is what I like about photographs. They're proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

When you die, you don't get to catch snowflakes on your tongue. You don't get to breathe winter in, deep in your lungs. You can't lie in bed and watch for the lights of the passing town plow. You can't suck on an icicle until your forehead hurts.

Mayflies have the shortest life span on earth. Like, twenty-four hours. Wouldn't you feel terrible if you caused an even more untimely death?

Our worlds are so momentary. We are along all our lives and then go off that way as well.

What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? What lasts? And so he stares for an hour or so at all her notes, at the poorly sketched drawings for an art movement that has now come to an end, and realizes how there are all these moments, moments just like this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them beautiful, is the fact that none of them last.

It's like a fidget spinner." Then the offering dropped to the ground, tossed aside. The wind had moved on. "Those get boring fast," said Darnell.

I too could go, oh, yes, at a moment's notice I could go and be as though I had not been, except that the long habit of living indisposeth me for dying

The high ones die, die. They die. You look up and who's there?

In the love of my parents that's so conditional, in my love of nature that's so ephemeral, in the love of a girlfriend that so far is either short-lived or unavailable? In all these thoughts I forget to question my love for myself. Squeezing out sponges of freezing water to rinse shampoo off car bodies, that's the one thing I seem to be lacking.

Hurry, hurry, hurry," she said, for it was dark then, and she knew that we are bound, one to another, in licentious benevolence for only a single day, and that day was nearly over.

He might have been compared to a summer's day, particularly the last hours of one.

Sometimes you just have to accept the fact that some people only enter your life as a temporary happiness.

I wrote our names on a foggy window and watched them fade away...just like we did.

Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

True friendship is like a rose. We can't realize it's beauty until it fades.

Friends are like seasons they come and they go.