Quotes About Ephemeral

All good things vanish in less than a day, Peace, plenty, pleasure, suddenly decay Go not yet away, bright soul of the sad year, The earth is hell when you leav'st to appear.

Everything is passing ... enjoy its momentariness

I'm really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts

Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.

Happiness is like the first blissful intoxication of morphine.It doesn't last very long.

The happiness that is derived from excitement is like a brilliant fire- soon it will go out.

...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.

Happiness is like rising bubbles -- delightful and inevitably fleeting. Joy is the oxygen -- ever present.

You search endlessly for permanent happiness in a world where nothing is permanent.

Happiness is a strange word. So conclusive. Happiness is a thing that happens for a moment.

Mere pleasure is at best but fleeting; happiness is abiding, for in the recollection thereof is renewed.

Terrestrial happiness is of short duration. The brightness of the flame is wasting its fuel; the fragrant flower is passing away in its own odors.

To possess is past the instant; we achieve the joy, immortality contented, were anomaly.

Happiness is such a fragile thing, isn't it? So easily burst, like a bubble blown by a child, and always on the verge of being carried away.

It was not in me It came and wentI wanted to hold it It was held by wine(I no longer know what it was)

Happiness...I see you..You are that wave that comes and goes...always fast...and always leaving a gap behind...

I guess it's better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake plant.

And sometimes you realize the value of the rain by knowing how unreliable and vanishing the rainbow is.

When we died, no one would know, and that fraction of a moment that was so important to who we were would be gone.

Mortalhood is a fine state to visit, but you'd better not call it home.

Honors are very fleeting, just as fame is; cherish friendship more.

The Things that never can come back, are several - Childhood - some forms of Hope - the Dead.

The sky and the sun are always there. It's the clouds that come and go.

In the world we live in everything militates in favor of things that have not yet happened, of things that will never happen again.