Quotes About Ephemeral

How wonderful to be who I am, made out of earth and water, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints - all that glorious, temporary stuff.

Lo, and I have discovered how soft bloom turns to green fruit, which turns to sweet fruit. Lo, and I have discovered all winds blow cold at last, and the leaves, so pretty, so many, vanish in the great, black packet of time

But his big, round music, after all, is too breathy to last.

The Instant Today one small snake lay, looped and solitary in the high grass, it swirled to look, didn't like what it saw and was gone in two pulses forward and with no sound at all, only two taps, in disarray, from that other shy one, my heart.

Taste—as in personal preference, discernment—is subjective. It's ephemeral, shaped by trends and fads. It's one part mouth and nose, two parts ego. Even flavors that professional evaluators agree are "defects" can come to signify superior taste.

Taste - as in personal preference, discernment - is subjective. It's emphemeral, shaped by trends and fads. It's one part mouth and nose, two parts ego.

to forget myself and my ephemeral, because human, sorrows.

he was to her a meteor, a companionless star, which at its appointed hour rose in her hemisphere, whose appearance brought felicity, and which although it set, was never eclipsed.

Kita terlelap, namun tidur kita teracuni mimpi. Kita terjaga, tapi angan mencemari. Kita merasa, berpikir, atau menimbang; menangis atau tertawa, mendekap derita atau menghalau nestapa; semua sama belaka; sebab suka maupun duka, dapat sewaktu-waktu pergi. Kemarin takkan seperti esok hari; tiada satu pun yang lestari!

All things that have form eventually decay. -Orochimaru

The temple bell stops But the sound keeps coming out of the flowers

No. Forget it. You're only fooling yourself." "About what?" "About anything being worth a damn. It's dust, lady, all of it, dust and blood.

That doesn't matter. Not even that they'll destroy it. Only that it had existed." She

High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.

A territory is only possessed for a moment in time.

The picture that bowls you over at first sight and the next day loses even the power to attract your attention is one that looks always the same. It has a moment of life but dies immediately thereafter.

What sad, short lives humans live! Each life a short pamphlet written by an idiot! Tut-tut, and all that.

Time is a face on the water.

Friends come in and out of your life like waiters in a restaurant.

The mind is in a constant state of flux. No thought, no feeling, no sensation lasts for more than an instant before it is transformed into the next state, next thought, the next sensation. Note those moments... As they pass through, note such states as confidence, bewilderment, effort, trust, distrust, pleasure, discomfort, boredom, devotion, inquiry, pride, anger, desire, etc.

That beauty and truth should pass utterly

Lo que es precioso nunca muere, sólo pasa a otro tipo de belleza: se convierte en polvo de estrellas o espuma de mar, o en una flor, o nubes en el cielo. THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH, EDITOR

white, vaporous

W]e long for something permanent … Yet … experience provides nothing but change.