Quotes About Ephemeral

Life was short, love was rare, and time.time was easy to waste.

Time is so terribly inconsistent, I find, the way it hurries on or stands still.

We know life is transitory. We are more … detached because without human bodies we are unencumbered by the immediacy of human emotion.

Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, / And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

O kadar az yaÅŸad?m ki sanki hiç ölmeyecekmiÅŸim gibi düÅŸünme eÄŸilimindeyim; insan hayat?n?n bu kadarc?k bir ÅŸeye indirgenmesi gerçek olamazm?? gibi geliyor bana; elinizde olmadan, er ya da geç bir ÅŸey olacak diye hayal ediyorsunuz. Büyük hata. Bir hayat pekâlâ da boÅŸ ve k?sa olabilir. Günler ne bir iz ne bir an? b?rakmadan sefil bir ÅŸekilde ak?p gider; ve sonra bir anda duruverir.

He does not know it yet, but the infinity of childhood is a brief one.

hän on vain kuolevainen, aivan kuten me kaikki olemme tähän saakka olleet, tilapäinen molekyylien yhdistelmä. Sanokaamme, että tässä tapauksessa yhdistelmä oli viehättävä, mutta se ei ole sen pysyvämpi kuin huurrekuvio, joka katoaa ilman lämmetessä...

Un coup de gel soudain pouvait à tout instant les anéantir.

He doesn't know it yet, but the infinity of childhood is brief.

He doesn't know it yet, but the infinity of childhood is brief.

This is how memories are; what seems so clear and unforgettable at one moment vanishes like steam the next.

Nothing is forever...nothing lasts.

Let it be a reminder that nothing in this world can last." "Even pain," I reply.

It melted into the shadows. It had left no tracks; only a branch,

The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.

The angels come to visit us, and we only know them when they are gone. george eliot

We are like people with short-term leases on summer cottages; we can never seem to make our provisions come out even with our stay.

And the supreme beauty is that of tragedy. The consciousness that everything passes away, that we ourselves pass away, and that everything that is ours and everything that environs us passes away, fills us with anguish, and this anguish itself reveals to us the consolation of that which does not pass away, of the eternal, of the beautiful.

Todos eran efímeros y transitorios, y a la vuelta de cien años no quedaría rastro de ellos sobre las piedras del pueblo. Como ahora no quedaba rastro de los que les habían precedido en una centena de años. Y la mutación se produciría de una manera lenta e imperceptible. Llegarían a desaparecer del mundo todos, absolutamente todos los que ahora poblaban su costra y el mundo no advertiría el cambio. La muerte era lacónica, misteriosa y terrible.

Nada é eterno nem adquirido, tudo é fugaz e passageiro. A ilusão - seja a de felicidade ou a de tristeza - é acreditar num horizonte fechado, ao alcance da vista, que ignora ou finge ignorar os horizontes sucessivos que estão para além do imediato.

Un acto humano es como una piedra arrojada al mar. Cae con gran estrépito y agita el agua, pero al cabo de un instante la superficie está de nuevo lisa y no se ve ya rastro de la piedra. Lo mismo ocurre con la memoria

Glamour is a shooting star, it catches your eye, but fades away, beauty is the sun always brilliant day after day.

It was perfectly me: pleasant enough, and then receding from immediate concern.

Life is but one dream flowing into another.