Quotes About Ephemeral

The old attitude toward newspapers was that they were completely disposable - today's newspaper is tomorrow's fish wrap.

I think sometimes we get wrapped up in awards... ultimately, it's just a moment in time, and it passes.

My work is being destroyed almost as soon as it is printed. One day it is being read; the next day someone's wrapping fish in it.

Aren't these the finest treasures? Each one springs up, and becomes more red than rubies, more fine than diamonds adn more valuable, so we are told; and before you can run back here again to look, the petals have begin to drop and the leaves to yellow. Look, they sag, they fall. Are they the more wonderful because they live such a short time.

The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

But so often, before words can rise to the mind to imply the ineffable, the ineffable has effed off.

Night is brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

Night-time is being brushed aside like so much cobweb. The day is wound up and begins even before the last haunted dreams, the last of the fog, those spectral and evanescent residues, have faded away.

Childhood, which seems endless to children, is the most finite span of moments in the history of a life.

As I turned the key and pushed open the front door, as I crossed the threshold, I thought how breathtaking, how fleeting, how precious was my ordinary day Now is now. Here is my treasure.

That's how summer is: no past or future but all present tense, long twilights like vandals, breaking into new days.

It seemed as if she went through life touching it scarcely at all

Everything I see reminds me that in a few days I shall no longer see it... It's horrible... I shall see nothing more... nothing of what exists... the smallest objects that we use... glasses... plates... beds where people sleep so comfortably... carriages. It's so lovely, going out in a carriage, in the evening... How much I enjoyed all that!

Am vazut deci arzand un om pe rug, si asta mi-a inspirat dorinta de a disparea in acelasi mod. In acest fel totul dispare imediat. Omul grabeste opera lenta a naturii... Trupul e mort, spiritul a disparut. Focul ce purificca imprastie in cateva ore ce a fost candva o fiinta Insemnarile lui Maupassant din 7 septembrie 1884

I told myself, "Everything is a being! The shout that passes into the air is an entity like an animal, since it is born, produces a movement, and is again transformed, in order to die.

Comme c'est misérable et trompeur, la vie !.. Il n'y a rien qui dure.

Don't flatter yourself. We're all specks of dust in the universe.

la satisfacción de un momento es la ruina del siguiente.

Alas for him who chafes at soothing ease, And cries for fever'd joys and pains to please: They please a moment, but the pleasure flies, And the rack'd soul, a prey to passion, dies.

In the extreme, fads can arise, spread through, and then disappear from a community in a fraction of a human generation.

Surely you know that pleasure soon evaporates, into thin air? Then all we are left with are stories.

I am dust and my story ends here.

Good works, because they must be forgotten instantly, can never become part of the world; they come and go,leaving no trace. They truly are not of this world.

Nothing is more transient in our world, less stable and solid, than that form of success which brings fame; nothing comes swifter and more readily than oblivion.