Quotes About Ephemeral

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, Maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything. -Mark Strand, "In the Afterlife

Why did some images stay with us that way, he wondered, arbitrary flashes of life seared into memory, while others vanished without a trace?

The trouble with now is, it's over in a heartbeat, and then you've got to think of something else.

Nichts ist so vergänglich wie ein Gedanke.

I could have mixed a thousand colors together, but I would never have been able to paint his eyes as I saw them then, in all their evanescent beauty. - Breena Malloy about Kian from Bitter Frost by Kailin Gow.

Let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful foolishness of things.

The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve. And like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff As dreams are made on and our little life Is rounded with a sleep.

Every time that you do a play or a show of any kind, really you have this family that you really build something with for a while, and then we all dissipate, but you always have that connection, that eternal kind of intimacy, you'll always have.

'Jersey Shore' won't be around forever.

It was nice to borrow a slice of extra time.

Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.

Who then to frail mortality shall trustBut limns on water, or but writes in dust.

The world's a bubble and the life of man Less than a span.

Certainly fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swoln, and drowns things weighty and solid.

When it has finished saying it, it no longer is. The longer it is in saying it, the more it can say it at length, the more slowly it melts, the better quality it is.

Polvo serán, mas polvo enamorado.

sombra que sucesivo anhela el viento...

The faces you clutch at desperately slip away; it's when you're not thinking about them that their features flash past. It can happen on a street corner, at the turn of a staircase, because somebody said a word, because some image, an image has passed. Then the face is there for a split second, very fragile. One mustn't grasp at it, or it whisks away. One might as well try and catch a cloud. It was a cloud.

Happiness is hard to recall. Its just a glow.

Que todo termina en un instante Planatera doloroso

O Time the fatal wrack of mortal things, That draws oblivion's curtains over kings, Their sumptuous monuments, men know them not, Their names without a Record are forgot, Their parts, their ports, their pomp's all laid in th' dust Nor wit nor gold, nor buildings scape time's rust; But he whose name is grav'd in the white stone Shall last and shine when all of these are gone.

same as always. Beauty will fade. Prosperity will end. Singing will turn to lamentations. Old age will follow youth, and sickness will replace health. As soon as you are born, death is waiting, inevitable as nightfall. The rising tide of evil will swallow hope and truth and light until only the void remains.

For nothing is truly complete until the day it is finally destroyed.

The life of a person is more than the chaos of its passing.