Quotes About Ephemeral

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,And these are of them.

A breath thou art,Servile to all the skyey influences.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage And then is heard no more it is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying Nothing.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.

The sands are number'd that make up my life.

would not be for the sake of a woman five years dead whose image in my mind was now as evanescent as the smell of lavender in an old drawer.

The ephemeral spectator of an eternal spectacle, man raises his eyes a moment to the sky, then shuts them forever; yet during that brief moment granted him, from every point of the sky, from every limit of the universe, a consoling beam is cast from each world and meets his gaze to tell him that there is indeed a connection between infinity and him, and that he is part of eternity.

Sometimes I wish I could describe how wonderful I feel in those few seconds from the time he spreads his arms above his head, as if trying to grab hold of something, to the instant he vanishes into the water. But I can never find the right words. Perhaps it's because he's falling through time, to a place where words can never reach.

Auf jeden Fall sind Erinnerungen unsichtbar, nicht wahr? Wie wundervoll sie auch sein mögen, sie verschwinden einfach, wenn niemand sie beachtet. Nicht einmal wir selbst sind in der Lage, das wahre Wesen einer Erinnerung zu erfassen. Sie hinterlassen keine Spuren. Es gibt keinen greifbaren Beweis, dass sie wirklich existiert haben.

I wiped my palms together, brushing the petals that had stuck to them back into the stream. Petals with frilled edges, pale ones, vivid ones, petals with the calyx still attached. They all clung for a moment to the bricks of the wash landing, but in no time at all they were caught up in the stream again and melted into the mass.

The real me is disappearing as we speak. Slowly but surely being sucked into thin air.

In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street.

Then ------ dies, and everything that she thought or felt vanishes and is gone forever.

Then Emma Mayhew dies, and everything that she thought or felt vanishes and is gone forever

Who's he seeing now then?" "No idea. They're like funfair goldfish; no point giving them names, they never last that long.

I'm an instant star. Just add water and stir.

The highest things are always the first to go. The basic things, the animal things, are preserved the longest. The high always falls. The low can't fall.

What is life?" he mused. "It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the winter time. It is as the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.

Siente una especie de dolor en el pecho, intenso pero placentero. Es como si hubiera una herida, pero una herida leve, una marca en la piel que quieres acariciar, reconocer, disfrutarla por todo lo que significa para ti. Ahora que aún está, porque es posible que, pronto, desaparezca.

Nothing lasts forever, not even the horrors in this life.

The great measure of human maturation is the increasing understanding that we move through life in the blink of an eye; that we are not long with the privilege of having eyes to see, ears to hear, a voice with which to speak and arms to put round a loved one; that we are simply passing through.

How wrong and petty any life is.

What I feel is the momentary shock of realizing that most of the wood, metal and plastic fixtures, the sinks, lampshades, the shower stall, and even the drinking cups will all outlive me if my body follows the same progression that this tiny invisible-to-the-eye virus has initiated.

life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it's out. Forever.