Quotes About Ephemeral

Everything that now exists, no matter how great and good it is, lasts for a time, fulfills a purpose, and then passes on. And so it will be with all the works of art that now exist; an eternal veil of forgetfulness will lie over them, just as there is now over those things that came before.

That's how he'd thought of most people—appearing in your life like foundlings on the doorstep, only to be swept away later as if by flood.

These beThree silent things:The falling snow… the hourBefore the dawn… the mouth of oneJust dead.

Forget him, he's just another red-shirted extra making a cameo appearance in our lives.

When you die, nobody pays your hosting company, and your work disappears. Like that.

Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics.

I do not ask for the riches that perish or the fame that fades away like a morning mist.

I know that you cannot banish the truth permanently, you can only cloud it temporarily.

Que me terrassant aient vécu, plus haut et clair que nous ne vivons, ceux qui furent à peine et redeviennent si peu.

Creatures of a day, what is a man? What is he not? Mankind is a dream of a shadow. But when a god-given brightness comes, a radiant light rests on men, and a gentle life.

Men are the dreams of a shadow.

Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.

Creatures of a day. What is someone? What is no one? Man is the dream of a shadow.

Creatures of a day! What is man?

It is a common saying, and in everybody's mouth, that life is but a sojourn.

The happier the moment the shorter.

Wherever it lies, under earth or over earth, the body will always rot.

That was the worst of it. The sky didn't care. The Earth went on turning through an endlessness of dark and silence, and what happened in the thin scum seething over its crust didn't matter.

But life is just a party, and parties weren't meant to last.

I know that I am mortal by nature, and ephemeral; but when I trace at my pleasure the windings to and fro of the heavenly bodies I no longer touch the earth with my feet: I stand in the presence of Zeus himself and take my fill of ambrosia

Mortal as I am, I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the earth.

Mortal as I am,' he wrote, 'I know that I am born for a day. But when I follow at my pleasure the serried multitude of the stars in their circular course, my feet no longer touch the Earth. . .

Life is like the footprint left by a solitary crane in the snow, visible for one moment, and then gone.

All my possessions for a moment of time.