Quotes About Ephemeral

He smiled suddenly and he looked as if he couldn't hurt anyone for the world. He was too attractive, too friendly, too young. But the smile vanished as quickly as it had come.

But this effervescence was frenetic and likely to vanish in an instant;

We live such tangled, fraught lives, he thought, but in the end we die like all the other animals and we're buried in the ground and after a few years we might as well not have existed. This should have depressed him, but instead it made him feel better. The light turned green and he started driving again.

Last forever!' Who hasn't prayed that prayer? You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying.

Knowing you are alive is watching on every side your generation's short time falling away as fast as rivers drop through air, and feeling it hit.

Goethe's Faust risks all if he should cry to the moment, the 'augenblick', "Verweile doch!" "Last forever!" Who hasn't prayed that prayer? But the 'augenblick' isn't going to 'verweile'. You were lucky to get it in the first place. The present is a freely given canvas. That it is constantly being ripped apart and washed downstream goes without saying; it is a canvas, nevertheless.

Our life is but a grain of sand in the indifferent ocean of infinity.

Glory is like a circle in the water, which never ceaseth to enlarge itself, till by broad spreading, it disperses to naught.

I reply with a letter as brief as his: 'My brother, after my first battle the only thing I now worship is the sun, a star that represents death's constancy. Beware of the moon, which reflects our world of beauty. It waxes and wanes, it is treacherous and ephemeral. We will all die some day . . . .

All three of us together, locked in love for that blink of a moment in time.

Due to their short bloom time, Sakura blossoms are a metaphor for life itself: beautiful yet fleeting. You'll realize when you're as old as me to hang on to the good times because they won't last forever.

Everything is impermanent: happiness, sorrow, a great meal, a powerful empire, what we're feeling, the people around us, ourselves.

You can't buy time, Nick. Ever. It's the only thing in life you can't get most of, and it's the one thing that will mercilessly tear you up when it's gone. It takes no pity on no soul and no heart.

All life is no more than a match struck in the dark and blown out again.

We like to think of life as a constant ... Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat.

What small account The All-living seems to take of this thin flame Which we call life. He sends a moment's blast Out of war's nostrils, and a myriad Of these our puny tapers are blown out Forever.

So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre

Of human life, the most glorious or humble prospects are alike and soon bounded by the sepulchre.

This world is a vaporous jest at best, Tossed off by the gods in laughter, And a cruel attempt at wit were it, If nothing better came after.

In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.

You don't live forever, at least in this life.

The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.

If things were not impermanent, life would not be possible.

More unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.