Quotes About Ephemeral

They used to draw a skull at the bottom of a tankard, so when you'd drained it you'd be reminded you were going to die someday.

For I am not everlasting, but a human being, a part of the whole as an hour is a part of the day. Like an hour I must come, and like an hour pass away.

Wisdom is a large and spacious thing. It needs plenty of free room. One must learn about things divine and human, the past and the future, the ephemeral and the eternal; and one must learn about Time.

Some people are like shooting stars. They burst through our lives in a spectacular arc, but they don't stay long. They just leave a trail.

Some people are like shooting stars. They burst through our lives in a spectacular arc, but they don't stay long. They just leave a trail ~Illuminated

Kto mnie tu umieÅ›ciÅ', na tym okrÄ…gÅ'ym kamieniu? W jakim celu? I dlaczego na tak krótko?

I mean, why am I considered an 'it girl?' Because I'm in a lot of movies right now or am on the covers of magazines? I just hope there is something solid behind that. Because here's the thing with 'it girl' status. It's great and amazing that anybody is saying that at all. But how long does that last?

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

I treat vegetarianism as a phase that might any second end without warning.

Beauty is the moment when time vanishes and eternity arises.

Beauty is the moment when time vanishes. Beauty is the distance where eternity arises.

Beauty is the moment when time vanishes. Beauty is the space where eternity arises

Nobody knows, nobody can ever know, not even in memory, because there are moments in time that are not knowable.

We think- oh, we will never forget these northern lights, but we do. What we remember is only the curling picture in the left-hand drawer (Presque Isle, Maine, 1934) or a gorgeous half-page photo in an old travel magazine, but what we saw when we held hands, lifting our chins to the sky as if we could leap into the jagged, jeweled brilliance above us, was seen for ten seconds only, and never again.

all happiness is fleeting, but I see now that there is fleeting and then there is the true and wall-like impossibility of ever experiencing this kind of happiness again, even once, even next week, let alone a year from now. Doors are closing around us, all the time.

I blew through her like baby's breath through a dandelion, and my soul left its mark on hers. Forever. In one night, I'd bound her too me for as long as she lived, and I had no words to tell her. When I woke the next night, to see her there, above me, the relief radiating from every line of her body, I thought it was more of a miracle than my first rising.

Everything mortal has moments immortal

Life is the time spent before death

Why do we precious ointments shower, Nobler wines why do we pour, Beauteous flowers why do we spread, Upon the monuments of the dead? Nothing they but dust can show, Or bones that hasten to be so.

The map of the world is always changing; sometimes it happens overnight. All it takes is the blink of an eye, the squeeze of a trigger, a sudden gust of wind. Wake up and your life is perched on a precipice; fall asleep, it swallows you whole.

Be careful: everything fades, everything vanishes. Something must remain of us…

Time is a tease

Çok güzel anlar hüzünlüdür her zaman. Geçici olduklar?n? duyar insan, durdurmak ister, bir ?ey gelmez elinden. Çocukken hep sirkte duyard?m bunu, daha sonra da konserde, çok mutlu oldu?um zaman. "?ki saate kadar bitecek," derdim içimden.

What else can we do but garden our shadows while far away the universe burns and vanishes.