Quotes About Ephemeral

You frantically want to make a mark on the history of humanity? You, King of the Fools! In the very distant future, there shall be no history; there shall remain not even a single trace of anything!

Did anyone else have these moments of amazement over the existence of humanity, when they are in awe of how they are here, and alive, even if it's only for a short while?

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but who ever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

A joke was not a single-use item but something you brought out again and again until it fell apart in your hand like a cheap umbrella.

That's an interesting philosophical question. When your boner goes away, is that one gone... forever?

He's just a flash in the pants.

Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out any quicker than the Christmas spirit

Only imagination that towers can reproduce evanescence and render rigidity flexible.

So rapid is the flight of our dreams upon the wings of imagination.

The moment is the sole reality.

His finest hour lasted a minute and a half.

Consider pleasures as they depart, not as they come.

Fame doesn't fulfill you. It warms you a bit, but that warmth is temporary.

Time - the one asset none of us are ever gonna get more of.

... just because [butterflies'] lives were short didn't mean they were tragic... See, they have a beautiful life.

S.E. Hinton, The Outsiders

Most new books are forgotten within a year, especially by those who borrow them.

The world you experience, every day and night of your life, is transient. They only last for the blink of an eye, and then they dissolve back into that unknowable and formless eternity.

In the consciousness of the end is the limitation of the moment.

Out, out brief candle, life is but a walking shadow...a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.

Here lies one whose name was writ on water.

And like a colorful bloom of temporary lights in the sky, you will shine.

All life is in vain, for Death makes a nonsense of pain.

She wanted to reach up to the night and dig her fingers into it, beg it to stay just a little bit longer.