Quotes About Ephemeral

Wit lasts no more than two centuries.

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

What is hot now will not be hot tomorrow, I promise you. Trends are made to die. It's the truth.

I like to point out that people very often confuse the idea that truth is subjective with the fact that truth is perishable.

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.

Truth, like beauty, is neither created nor lost.

The importance of humility. We need the humility to know that truth can be ephemeral, that this can be but one version of the truth.

Writing is performative - and while, yes, the words in essence will be there "forever," poems are often about ecstatic moments rather than trying to pin down a particular truth of an event.

It is a truth of human nature that we can ponder life's mysteries for only so long before we lose interest and move on to something else.

The only candid thing in life is time, nothing else flows seamlessly

What is there flattering, amusing, or edifying in their carving your name on a tombstone, then time rubbing off the inscription together with the gilding?

In reality nobody can grasp anything permanently in life. Absolutely nothing. Somethings may stay in memory for a while but eventually that too fades away.

Every moment is important, like the moment that takes away your life.

and because it was a drunken perception, it was perfect, entire, and lasted about half a second.

And yet for all that I still had never gotten used to the breathtaking impermanence of things.

because it was a drunken perception, it was perfect, entire, and lasted about half a second. I

We have been residents here for the blink of an eye. If we are gone tomorrow, the earth will not miss us.

There is no one there to see it. The world is doing what it always does, demonstrating itself to itself. The world has no interest in the little figures that come and go, the phantoms that worry and worship, that rake the graveled paths and erect the occasional rock garden, the bronze boy-man, the hammered cup for snow to fall into.

Then the feeling moves on. It does not collapse; it is not whisked away. It simply moves on, like a train that stops at a small country station, stands for a while, and then continues out of sight.

Nothing lasts, not forever. Not laughter, not lust, not even life itself. Not forever. Which is why we make the most of what we have.

Nothing lasts, not forever. Not laughter, not lust, not even life itself. Not forever. Which is why we make the most of what we have. Why

When you know as much as we do, nothing matters. Things just repeat. Day and night, summer and winter. The world is empty and aimless. Everything circles around. Whatever starts up must pass away,whatever is born must die. It all cancels out, good or bad, beautiful or ugly.

Über Berg und Tal, über Feld und Flur werd ich vergehen, verwehen - Ach, alles ereignet sich einmal nur, aber einmal muss alles geschehen ...

Quisiera que siempre fuera así. +Siempre es sólo un momento.