Quotes About Ephemeral

You never know when this can be gone. It's sad to say, but with all the injuries around the league, it can be gone in a blink of an eye.

Nothing lasts in New York. The life that is lived there, however, is as intense as it gets.

Whether it's a show or an interview, the way I look at it is that one day people might not want to interview me. So I want to enjoy this ride while I can.

A fad is an innovation that represents a relatively unimportant aspect of culture, which diffuses very rapidly, mainly for status reasons, and then is rapidly discontinued.

I am an eternal spirit and the things I make are but ephemera, yet I endure: Yea, and the little earth crumbles beneath our feet and we endure.

Nay, whatever comes one hour was sunlit and the most high gods may not make boast of any better thing than to have watched that hour as it passed.

The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet black bough.

Here we are! Shooting stars. Shooting stars? They burn. Fleeting glimpse. We become human as we fall.

Love is like a ripe peach. You take it when and where you find it, there's no point in letting it sit around. If you're lucky to come across it, you'd better enjoy it right then and there.

Smells, I think, may be the last thing on earth to die.

We shall not allow ourselves to repeat the often-voiced opinion that "civilizations are mortal." Mortal perhaps are their ephemeral blooms, the intricate and short-lived creations of an age, their economic triumphs and their social trials, in the short term. But their foundations remain. They are not indestructible, but they are many times more solid than one might imagine.

SOON IT WILL BE SAID OF YOU WHAT IS NOW SAID OF US: THEY DIED! Macabre and trivial. And how people fight against returning to the planet the atoms they've borrowed.

Everything around me is evaporating. My whole life, my memories, my imagination and its contents, my personality - it's all evaporating. I continuously feel that I was someone else, that I felt something else, that I thought something else. What I'm attending here is a show with another set. And the show I'm attending is myself.

Arte efímero es la música pues se dan en el tiempo: se va deshaciendo a medida que se va haciendo. La pintura y la escultura, en cambio, ahí quedan, ahí están, porque se dan en el espacio. Su problema es que si alguien no las mira, no existen. ¿Y el sexo? Se da en el espíritu y en la carne proyectandose desde aquí hasta el Más Allá, hasta donde dé.

Yo no sabía que el azul mañana es vago espectro del brumoso ayer…»

La felicidad es pasajera, la desdicha recurrente.

La felicidad también existe en el presente, en el aquí y ahora del efímero momento que se va volando rápido, sin dar tiempo siquiera de ponerse la mano en el corazón para sentir que sí, que así es, que se es feliz.

Qué importa, qué más da, recuerdos son recuerdos: llamitas moribundas que ya apagará el olvido. En la mísera trama de la vida tejida de deleznables instantes, ¿qué es un instante entre millones además?

la fugacidad de la vida humana a mi no me inquieta; me inquieta la fugacidad de la muerte: esta prisa que tienen aquí para olvidar. El muerto más importante lo borra el siguiente partido de fútbol…

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.

If someone had looked just the right way, they'd have seen how the very water itself took form and reached toward the shore with grasping hands.

And a rose, she lived as roses do, the space of a morn.

Happiness. We're tearing our hair out to try to find a definition of it, for heaven's sake. Is it joy? People will tell you that it isn't, that joy is a fleeting emotion, a moment of happiness, which is always welcome, mind you. And then what about pleasure, huh? Oh, yes, that's easy, everybody knows what that is, but there again it doesn't last.

We thought ourselves kings of the ages. Now we find that our civilization has been nothing but a brief, brightly lit nursery, where we have played with paper crowns and wooden scepters. Beyond the door are the dark wastes where Leviathans wrestled for millennia. We are a blink of an eye, a joke amidst a tragedy.