Quotes About Ephemeral

fugaz, que se metamorfosea con tal frecuencia.

Love is kind of like when you see a fog in the morning, when you wake up before the sun comes out. It's just a little while, and then it burns away… Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

They were beautiful nothings

Beautiful thoughts, and beautiful women never last.

Pretty words, as pretty women, wrinkle up and die.

We are simply a part of the machinery of the moment.

good weather is like good women— it doesn't always happen and when it does it doesn't always last.

rakkaus kuivahtaa jopa spermaa nopeammin

They were beautiful nothings" ? Charles Bukowski, Ham on Rye

things are so easily lost. things just can't be kept forever. I

the trouble with the famous is that they must be replaced and they can never quite be replaced, and that gives us this unique sadness.

sometimes I think I see them – say a certain old man sitting on a certain bench in a certain way or a quick face going the other way in a passing automobile

las palabras bonitas como las mujeres bonitas se arrugan y mueren.

Like a painting, we will be erased. Like a flower, we will dry up here on earth. Like plumed vestments of the precious bird, That precious bird with the agile neck, We will come to an end.

A deep belief that your moment in time is the pinnacle, the only standard of judgment extending from the creation of light until the black apocalypse, that what you believe right now is eternal truth because you believe it so fervently—those deep beliefs so crucial at the moment but none of them more permanent than a puff of air across a palmful of dry talcum.

deep belief that your moment in time is the pinnacle, the only standard of judgment extending from the creation of light until the black apocalypse, that what you believe right now is eternal truth because you believe it so fervently—those deep beliefs so crucial at the moment but none of them more permanent than a puff of air across a palmful of dry talcum

The skirmishes of quadrille, she would say, reminded her of the petty ephemeral embroilments of the little Italian states, depicted by Machiavel ; perpetually changing postures and connexions ; bitter foes to-day, sugared darlings to-morrow ; kissing and scratching in a breath; — but the wars of whist were comparable to the long, steady, deep-rooted, rational, antipathies of the great French and English nations.

NOBODIES HAVE LASTING SIGNIFICANCE

Particles are constantly winking in and out of existence, like tiny Cheshire cats.

the beasts that perish

The life of this world is wind Windblown we come, and windblown we go away. All that we look on is windfall. All we remember is wind.

A moment that should have lasted forever and forever Long over— it came and went before I knew it existed. I think I know what it means, But every time I start to explain it, I forget the words.

We disappear as stars do, soundless, without a trace.

as the world forgets you; as you recognize your transience; as you begin to lose your characteristics one by one; as you learn there is no-one watching you, and there never was, you think only about driving - not coming from any place; not arriving any place. Just driving, counting off time. Now you are here, at 7:43. Now you are here, at 7:44. Now you are... Gone.