Quotes About Ephemeral

We are mortal. Nothing that touches us or we touch here is forever. Even rocks are rubbed small by the river.

We are mortal. Nothing that touches us or we touch here is forever. Even rocks are rubbed small by the river. [Mary Deerfield]

Thi is the malady onf the humans, that they can hold on to that which is fleeting and of little consequence and call it everlasting. They focus on awards, achievements, and whatc an be done in their own strength while the Almighty desires to work trough their weakness.

With the Internet, bands can come and go every five minutes and the music looks disposable.

I don't mind being ridiculed - well, I guess I would mind a little, but it would only last a few minutes - it's all very ephemeral; it doesn't really matter what people think of me.

Fame is a mirage.

It's a moment that I'm after, a fleeting moment, but not a frozen moment.

When we watch dance, the artists and the audience are part of a momentary collective experience that will never happen again.

Exhibitions are kind of ephemeral moments, sometimes magic moments, and when they're gone, they're gone.

I don't listen to music that I won't like in a month.

You realize mortality is everywhere.

We are mortals, we will die one day.

The whole point about laughter is it's like mercury: you can't catch it, you can't catch what motivates it - that's why it's funny.

Hoop nodded. "Everything's good." "For now," Ripley said. "Only for now. Nothing stays good for long. Not ever.

A petal falling, never to bloom again A petal in flames, full of beauty

Happiness is endless hapiness, innocent of its own sure passing. Pain is endless pain.

Life was such a strange thing, so permanent when one had it, so fleeting when it was lost- and those who lost it could never tell you what it was like, could they?

You know what I mean? Real and unreal, beautiful and strange, like a dream. It got me high as a kite, but it didn't last long enough. It ended too soon and left nothing behind." That's how it is with dreams," said Priscilla. "They're the perfect crime.

No, no, no... you've got it all wrong... you can't act death. The fact of it is nothing to do with seeing it happen ---it's not gasps and blood and falling about---that isn't what makes it death. It's just a man failing to reappear, that's all ---now you see him, now you don't, that the only thing that's real: here one minute and gone the next and never coming back---an exit, unobtrusive and unannounced, a disappearance gathering weight as it goes on, until, finally, it is heavy with death.

She left me the way people leave a hotel room. A hotel room is a place to be when you are doing something else. Of itself it is of no consequence to one's major scheme. A hotel room is convenient. But its convenience is limited to the time you need it while you are in that particular town on that particular business; you hope it is comfortable, but prefer, rather, that it be anoymous. It is not, after all, where you live.

like a piece of soft coal, leaving only flakes of ash and a question

The living carry us inside them like pearls. We survive only so long as they remember us.

Because some things are never meant to be anything more than a moment. And that was one of them.

Det finns sådant som inte är ämnat att bli någonting mer än ett ögonblick.