Quotes About Ephemeral

She's been a distraction for him, but not a necessity of life. More like a super-strong mint: intense while it lasted, but quickly finished.

The sands of time are quicksands, said Adam One. So much can sink into them without a trace. And what a blessing when those things that sink away are needless worries.

You will flicker in these words and in the words of others for a while and then go out. Even if I send them, you will never get these letters. Even if I see you again, I will never see you again.

Time is going faster and faster; the days of the week whisk by like panties.

The body is so easily damaged, so easily disposed of, water and chemicals is all it is, hardly more to it than a jellyfish, drying on sand. He

Hang on to the words, he tells himself. The odd words, the old words, the rare ones. Valance. Norn. Serendipity. Pibroch. Lubricious. When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

and when we spoke / we spoke / the sounds of our voices fell / into the air single and / solid and rounded and really / there / and then dulled, and then like sounds / gone, a fistful of gathered / pebbles there was no point / in taking home, dropped on a beachful / of other coloured pebbles

I watched your snapshot fade for twenty years.

Everything in his life was temporary, ungrounded. Language itself had lost its solidity; it had become thin, contingent, slippery, a viscid film on which he was sliding around like an eyeball on a plate. An eyeball that could still see, however. That was the trouble.

I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.

I held my breath as we do sometimes to stop time when something wonderful has touched us.

On a cosmic scale, our life is insignificant, yet this brief period when we appear in the world is the time in which all meaningful questions arise.

The hands of every clock are shears, trimming us away scrap by scrap, and every time piece with a digital readout blinks us towards implosion.

Life is short, and time is swift; Roses fade, and shadows shift.

White means the strength of fragility and the fragility of the passage of time.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

Perhaps most intriguing of all is that it is possible to photograph what is impossible for the human eye to see - cumulative time.

Time matters because we are finite, because time is the medium in which we live our lives.

Only the ephemeral is of lasting value.

We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed.

Time just gets away from us.

Everything is temporary if you give it enough time.

If you are the body, you are in terrible trouble! One small microbe will destroy it one day, if not an accident. You have but a short time to live in this world.