Quotes About Ephemeral

So why make a huge drama out of it if you're only going to forget all about it one day?

AS IF TO COMPENSATE for the punitive winter, the city explodes with flowers overnight—making it, if only for a week or two, one of the most beautiful places on earth.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

I get to know a lot of people. But it never really lasts.

Time's a goon right? Isn't that the expression?

Days seem to be their prettiest when they die? I wonder, will I?

But the ultimate aim of it all—what is it? To sustain ephemeral and tormented individuals through a short span of life, in the most fortunate case with endurable want and comparative freedom from pain, which, however, is at once attended with ennui; then the reproduction of this race and its striving.

There was nothing to make him last a long time.

I am staring at the place where the floor used to be. All I can think is how one minute the floor was there and now it's not. How you could go through an entire day, every day, not thinking about the floor or the ground because you just assume it will always be there. Until it isn't.

To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty, and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again.

The vision that had emerged from the invisible was returning to the invisible. It was no more an appearance that was fading away, having created an illusion. All is but a dream. And, at the peak of happiness, Angélique had vanished, in the faint breath of a kiss.

Moja mi?o?? do Lintona jest jak li?cie w lesie. Wiem dobrze, ?e czas j? zmieni, tak jak zima zmienia wygl?d lasu.

Catherine's face was just like the landscape—shadows and sunshine flitting over it in rapid succession; but the shadows rested longer, and the sunshine was more transient.

He's such a cobweb, a pinch would annihilate him.

Sweet hour, blessed hour, to carry me to you, and to bring you back to me, long enough to snatch one kiss, and whisper goodbye again.

That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet

the second half of joy is shorter than the first

Though it may never come again is what makes it so sweet.

It is strange that the most intangible thing is the most adhesive.

Opinion is a flitting thing, but the truth outlasts the sun.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet

Il sempre è fatto di attimi.

So unsuspected violets Within the fields lie low, Too late for striving fingers That passed, an hour ago.

I thought that storm was brief, — The maddest, quickest by; But Nature lost the date of this, And left it in the sky.