Quotes About Ephemeral

She sighed—every sublime moment must come with a bereft hour.

You forget about all those things—you're just dominated by the vanishing-ness of things. It's just Gone, Gone, Gone. That, once again, leads to a figure-ground reversal. You are about to become Gone. Good, go with that.

Success is shortlived when accompanied by contentment

He imagined that the people here would never die: they would simply evaporate into the carnal smoke of the music, their loins wrapped around each other, self and sorrow abandoned to the roar of lust.

I'm sure that whatever changed is only temporary. It will change again.

Phantoms of thought and memory thinned and fled.

Vision" I love all things that pass: their briefness is Music that fades on transient silences. Winds, birds, and glittering leaves that flare and fall— They fling delight across the world; they call To rhythmic-flashing limbs that rove and race… A moment in the dawn for Youth's lit face; A moment's passion, closing on the cry— 'O Beauty, born of lovely things that die!

recuerdo de los seres normales, son brevísimos y casi inexistentes para quien los prevé y solamente los vive.

Love between strangers takes only a few seconds and can last a whole life.

he felt that his life was nothing more than a light that would blink once in the history of the universe and then be forgotten.

If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day...the here, the now.

If there's one thing I learned, it's that nobody is here forever. You have to live for the moment, each and every day . . . the here, the now." "And

What exactly she was thinking I never knew. Perhaps of the crop and the whole day's stoking lost. Perhaps of the stranger who had come with his cornet for a day, and then as meaninglessly gone again. For she had been listening too, and she may have understood. A harvest, however lean, is certain every year; but a cornet at night is golden only once. (Cornet at Night)

This world's a bubble.

We have only this moment, sparkling like a star in our hand and melting like a snowflake...

How many other are there? I thought. People, things, seen and then forgotten, leaving nothing behind them, not even the knowledge that they're missing.

Every field and flower fades, but love is infinite.

American Idol, I love. I think it's a passing fancy but not passing so soon.

The fairest things have fleetest end, Their scent survives their close: But the rose's scent is bitterness To him that loved the rose.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge.

Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume.

I love Love -- though he has wings, And like light can flee.

love had turned into "love affair" with a begining and an end.

I love catching a snapshot of something that is just about to happen. Or maybe something that just happened, you know. But I like especially that just-before kind of feeling.