Quotes About Ephemeral

I live in Los Angeles, which is the youngest place - there's no history to Los Angeles. Everything's fake.

Beauty is only temporary, but your mind lasts you a lifetime.

Although we will both die, and life is utterly meaningless, my time is vastly more important than yours.

All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

The thing about Snapchat is it is ephemeral, so you don't - it's not like a video that you post to YouTube and then everyone can see it. It's this video that you get to share this kind of very intimate experience again, this very kind of genuine experience with another person in a more one-on-one sort of way. And I really appreciate that.

We are nauseated by the sight of trivial personalities decomposing in the eternity of print.

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories.

Most people are dead. Did you know that? It's true, out of all the people that ever were, almost all of them are dead.

Some people want to go forever, I just want to burn off hard and bright.

I don't know what's going to happen. I'm flavor of the month at the moment, but somebody else is going to roll around the corner in three months' time. I just want to keep working. I can't stop!

This is the time to remember cause it will not last forever. These are the days to hold onto cause we won't although we'll want to.

I don't care about lasting. I just want right now.

I admit,' said Spite, 'to a certain melancholy when visiting vibrant cities, as is this Darujhistan. A long life teaches one just how ephemeral is such thriving glory. Why, I have come again upon cities I knew well in the age of their greatness, only to find crumbled walls, dust and desolation.' Cutter bared his teeth and said, 'Darujhistan has stood for two thousand years and it will stand for another two thousand-even longer.' Spite nodded. 'Precisely.

Can you be nostalgic for the instant just past? Oh yes, and it's a bittersweet taste.

But words were indeed ephemeral, able to sleet past all manner of defences, quick to cut, eager to draw blood.

It wouldn't be happiness then, happiness wasn't kind anyway, the way it could vanish in an instant. He might not miss it at all.

It's a rare gift to understand that your life is wondrous, and that it won't last forever.

the stars. They were yesterday's confetti in the sky, thrown away by a billion careless lovers.

Consider all the mortals that populated the earth before us, generation upon generation, extending back through countless centuries. All are dead, all turned to dust—so many, one wonders how the earth has room to hold them all.

Some are born for peace and joy Some are born for sorrow But only for a day as we Shall not be here tomorrow

He was like a spirit cut free from reality. He was adrift, helpless, insubstantial.

He, like dead Rephain, was one of those bright blooms that grow quickly flaccid on the vine, eaten by decay in an evening's rain.

Some delicacies can only be sampled once.

Nothing could be more perfect than this moment, but all too soon it is gone, burning out among the stars.