Quotes About Ephemeral

People sometimes note the transient, ever-changing nature of the Web, but in fact the opposite is true. The Web is a gigantic tar pit that traps and fossilizes every electron that ventures within.

An old poet, Robert Herrick, put it like this:    " Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And, as a vapour or a drop of rain Once lost, can ne'er be found again.

The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow.

For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

One is alone when the last one who remembers is gone.

A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream. And death comes as the end.

The paper burns, but the words fly away.

Since fame is an illusion and death is in our future all we have is the next moment before we are swallowed into oblivion.

wired Sofia to find out what to do about him. Though the country was ruled by Czar Boris and his army officers and the future was clear to those with the stomach to see it, foreign policy was ephemeral, and it was hard to know where to put your foot. Russia might be characterized as a wicked beast of a nation, but it was a very

In a world without future, each moment is the end of the world.

Mundi honor est a sliper thinge and an elvich. Worldly fame is a treacherous and elvish thing.

To call the Form [of the Good] eternal is misleading: that something lasts forever does not render it any the better, any more than long-enduring whiteness is whiter than ephemeral whiteness.

The most fascinating places are often also the most disturbing, entrapping, and appalling. They are also often temporary. In ten years' time most of the places we will be exploring will look very different; many will not be there at all.

All data is stale. The photons reaching your eyes are stale. They tell you that you are looking at something real, but you have no information that the objects before you still exist. They may have vanished into oblivion the instant those photons took wing.

It was created to endure for a specific moment in time. Like a sandcastle, or an ice sculpture. Here, and then gone. In a way, that's the beauty of it. Who'd marvel at a sandcastle, if sandcastles lasted forever?

I liked the idea of being a photographer, just that you take this one picture of this one thing that'll never happen again - it's a bit weird when you think about it.

Photography to me is catching a moment which is passing, and which is true.

To me, the magic of photography, per se, is that you can capture an instant of a second that couldn't exist before and couldn't exist after. It's almost like a cowboy that draws his gun. You draw a second before or after, you miss and you're dead - not them. To me, photography's always like that.

I've been on pilots. I've seen shows come and go. I know that this stuff is all very fleeting, so I try to keep it cool.

Have rational expectations for future returns and avoid changing those expectations in response to the ephemeral noise coming from Wall Street.

Modernity means overabundance. We are living in the age of mass-produced objects, things that come without announcing themselves and end up on our tables, on our walls. We use them - most of us don't even notice them - and then they vanish without fanfare.

I feel like I wanna have a series of moments. It's scary when they say you're having a moment, because moments are momentary.

I don't want to be something that just comes and goes.

Television is ephemeral, a fact that some will find reassuring. But earthlings will continue to pump the kilowatts into the ether. And eventually, when those signals have washed over a few hundred thousand star systems, someone may notice.