Quotes About Ephemeral

Let me walk through the fields of paper touching with my wand dry stems and stunted butterflies....

Human bodies are such garbage bags.

Everything we do is tinged with the knowledge that this may be the last time that we will do this, and that makes what we're doing incredibly sweet.

In the fields with which we are concerned, knowledge comes only in flashes. The text is the thunder rolling long afterward.

Carnal knowledge is as forgettable as the other kinds.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

This wordly life is like a shadow. If you try to catch it, you will never be able to do so. If you turn your back towards it, it has no choice but to follow you.

Every moment of life is unique-a kiss, a sunset, a dance, a joke. None will ever recur in quite the same way. Each happens only once in the history of the universe.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Life is all about moments. No one in history has ever been able to hold on to one.

We're as ephemeral as raindrops. We all fall, and we all land somewhere.

This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, some meaningful adventures.

Life is too short, too precious, too painful to waste on worldly bubbles that burst

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

Everything's filthy. But you know what? One day it's not gonna be here. So just be glad you know what life is. You're alive. Live.

Life is something you can't borrow and give back; Here today and gone tomorrow...just like that.

Life ends so fast, so take your chance, and make it last.

A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night, It was the plant and flower of light. In small proportions we just beauties see, And in short measures life may perfect be.

All life is temporary Why worry about anything that's only temporary

Everything in life is just for a while.

Our abode in this world is transitory, our life therein is but a loan, our breaths are numbered and our indolence is manifest.

I'd wake in the morning, my head fuzzy, sometimes with someone I knew but who was a stranger just leaving, and realize I was one day closer to the end of it all.

Everything around you—your office, the conversation in the corridors, the view from Beyond Reach—has acquired a kind of compelling sheen to it, a clarity that comes from knowing you will soon be gone.

the species that had given Area X its purpose was gone.