Quotes About Ephemeral

All objects exist in a moment of time.

A moment is not the same as time.

The moment is altered as soon as I try to capture it, so for me, it's impossible." How true, I thought. Moments are gone as soon as you think about them.

Forget about love. You will receive that many times, but none of it is lasting.

He gave one the feeling that the whole world was now shut out and only this sensual feast existed, that there would be no tomorrows, no meetings with anyone else – that there was only this room, this afternoon, this bed.

Life was nothing other than what came and went with each passing moment.

toda alegría es semejante al maná del desierto, que se corrompe de un día a otro; es semejante al agua de la fuente Ameles que, según cuenta Platón, no podía conservarse en ningún vaso... ¡Que cada instante se lleve lo que nos trajo!

Un gest ca s-o posezi ajunge s-o destrame.

The clouds were disappearing rapidly, leaving the stars to die. The night dried up.

The fatal mistake we make is looking for a paradise that endures...This obsession with what lasts causes us to overlook many a fleeting paradise.

The fatal mistake we make is looking for a paradise that endures … What remains is a fleeting paradise that lives on for all time, having no need of doctrines.

And then, inevitably, one day it's gone. And we realise we thought we were the only changing thing, the only variable in the world. That the objects and people in our lives are there for our pleasure. Like the playing pieces of a game and cannot move of their own accord. That they are held in place by our need for them. By our love. How stupid.

Life is fraught with sorrows: no matter what we do, we will in the end die; we are, each of us, held in the solitude of an autonomous body; time passes, and what has been will never be again.

I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment'.

I'm really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts

I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.

Was it only possible truly to enjoy something if you knew there was a danger that it might be taken away?

To look at everything always as though you were seeing it either for the first or last time: Thus is your time on earth filled with glory.

But our pleasures are, by their very nature, fleeting. If we enjoy some great professional success, our feelings of accomplishment remain vivid and intoxicating for an hour, or perhaps a day, but then they subside.

Our dwelling is but a wandering, and our abiding is but a fleeting, and in a word our home is nowhere.

My life seemed like a speck of dust in comparison to the universe.

I hang out inseparably with someone for a few days. We devour each other, tell all our stories, and then move on. Things here are not stable.

important goal today may turn to ashes tomorrow simply because we turn our attention to something else. We