Quotes About Ephemeral

Love is like a butterfly, a rare and gentle thing.

Love is the sun, desire - only flash.

The ephemeral nature of live performance is the part I love most - it's a monk's sand painting, carefully constructed, then wiped away in an instant.

I love the stage, it's my first love - but, it's gone. You do your performance, then it's a memory. It only lives in the moment.

We love earthly things that rust and break. God loves heavenly things that last forever. We are overjoyed by our victories. He is overjoyed by our confessions.

Nothing mortal makes last; nothing the gods make endures forever.

The one I love the most is about two mayflies on a date; they watch a nature documentary about themselves and discover their life span is only one day long ? after mating, they'll die.

when i felt bobby staring at me, i looked up. our eyes met, and he held my gaze; he held my gaze like he was holding me, and i held him as though holding him. then he looked away, he was gone and it was over - a one-minute stand.

He was like a shooting star you tried to catch with your hands. She would only get burned.

Words are like breath. You say them and they're gone. But writing traps them.

Words are like breath," she said. "You say them and they're gone. But writing traps them. You could write down stories, poems.

Era in balia di ogni soffio di vento, non possedeva nulla.

I shall never lose the sense of being a ghost.

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

Looking at my own prom photograph reminds me of how significant that moment was - and how fleeting life is.

For me, food and music are very similar in that you create, you spend a lot of time making something, and it only lasts a few seconds or a few minutes.

It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I've never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.

I could even feel how perishable all my moments really were, how all my life they had come to me begging to be lived, to be cherished even.

And it comes to me that the echoes of my own life will likely die away in that way thunder does. But this life, what a shining thing—it is enough.

It was the in-between time, before day leaves and night comes, a time I've never been partial to because of the sadness that lingers in the space between going and coming.

I wondered how many people had sung By the dawn's early light' yesterday and were dead today.

the end of Rilke's Duino Elegies: Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too, just once. And never again. But to have been this once, completely, even if only once: to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.

You know how important you are to me—' 'As important as a bottle of medicine which gets thrown away as soon as the patient recovers

Life is not about significant details, illuminated a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are.