Quotes About Ephemeral

Stardom's transitory. Nothing really changes except people's attitudes.

Prefer knowledge to wealth, for the one is transitory, the other perpetual.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny

The nature of everything is illusory and ephemeral, Those with dualistic perception regard suffering as happiness, Like they who lick the honey from a razor's edge. How pitiful they who cling strongly to concrete reality: Turn your attention within, my heart friends.5

I shall never forget when Dudjom Rinpoche, in a moment of intimacy, leaned toward me and said in his soft, hoarse, slightly high-pitched voice: "You know, don't you, that actually all these things around us go away, just go away . . ." With

thoughts are seen for what they truly are: fleeting and transparent, and only relative.

will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, rushing by like a torrent down a steep mountain.

I ask myself often: "Why is it that everything changes?" And only one answer comes back to me: That is how life is. Nothing, nothing at all, has any lasting character. The Buddha said: This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

The Buddha said: This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds. To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

Transient forms sparkle in and out of existence, creating a never-ending, forever newly created reality.

Don't cling to fame. You're just borrowing it. It's like money. You're going to die, and somebody else is going to get it.

A life, at its end, is a pile of cloth and paper, and goods that can be bagged and labelled. None of the best things - the voice and the laugh, the tilt of the head, the things seen and felt and spoken -are allowed to stay behind.

The truth is, some relationships are supposed to last forever, and some are only supposed to last a few days. That's the way life is.

Our entire life worth's less than one moment of the absolute's truth vanity.

We're only here briefly. And while I'm here, I want to allow myself joy. So fuck it.

The Person is a bubble on Time's sea.

Your heart will be shattered by sorrow If you force it to live In tomorrow's ephemeral imagination-world Instead of in today's eternal Reality-Now.

el momento apasionado que se apaga sin dejar rastro en el humo del olvido.

dreams are like delicate little white flowers that will be blown away at the first breath of reality?

Hiçbirimize tek bir nefeslik bir yaÅŸam dahi ikinci bir kez verilmeyecek.

La noticia de la muerte del famoso Duque de Otranto no despierta, de momento, gran curiosidad en el mundo. Únicamente un humo delgado y pálido de recuerdo se levanta fugazmente de su nombre extinguido y se deshace, casi sin dejar rastro, en el cielo apacible del tiempo.

Sentí un regusto amargo en los labios. El regusto de la fugacidad. ¿Para qué vivimos, si el viento tras nuestros zapatos ya se está llevando nuestras últimas huellas?

was profoundly convinced that were I suddenly to disappear, to fall from my horse, let us say, and break my neck, my fellow-officers would no doubt remark 'Pity about him,' or 'Poor Hofmiller!' but in a month's time no one would really miss me. Another man would be put in my place, would be given my mount, and that others would perform my duties just as well or just as badly as I myself.