Quotes About Ephemeral

It could have lived so much longer.

The sort of poetry I seek resides in objects man can't touch.

Ah! The transitory joy of the past week had been but the lightning's arrowy course scathing where it illumined!

Remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now 'death spares no one' begins to be real.

They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like an expiring fire.

You are here for but an instant, and you mustn't take yourself too seriously

That here on earth is no sure happiness.

Es posible que tenga algo que ver con el trópico, aquí todo madura y se descompone con facilidad. Nada persiste.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

Childhood is the kingdom where nobody dies. Nobody that matters, that is.

And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust.

I know I am but summer to your heart, and not the full four seasons of the year.

Men come and go, cities rise and fall, whole civilizations appear and disappear—the earth remains, slightly modified. The earth remains, and the heartbreaking beauty where there are no hearts to break.

So passes away the glory of the world.

He that is today a king tomorrow shall die.

Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world:A star at dawn, a bubble in a stream;A flash of lightning in a summer cloud,A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream.

Our days begin with trouble here,Our life is but a span,And cruel death is always near,So frail a thing is man.

Our days on the earth are as a shadow.

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

Because they had no root, they withered away.

Sweet little flower of heavenly birth You were too fair to bloom on earth.

Gray skies are just clouds passing over.

My days are consumed like smoke.

What is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.