Quotes About Ephemeral

Quantum mechanics and experiments with particles have taught us that the world is a continuous, restless swarming of things, a continuous coming to light and disappearance of ephemeral entities. A set of vibrations, as in the switched-on hippie world of the 1960s. A world of happenings, not of things. The

Life is precious to us because it is ephemeral.

En el mar inmenso de galaxias y estrellas, somos un apartado rincón infinitesimal; entre los infinitos arabescos de formas que componen lo real, nosotros no somos más que un garabato entre muchos.

Every day countless people die, and yet those who remain live as if they were immortals.

Because it is nothing but a fleeting structure of the world, an ephemeral fluctuation in the happening of the world, that which is capable of giving rise to what we are: beings made of time. That to which we owe our being, giving us the precious gift of our very existence, allowing us to create the fleeting illusion of permanence that is the origin of all our suffering.

Quantum mechanics and experiments with particles have taught us that the world is a continuous, restless swarming of things; a continuous coming to light and disappearance of ephemeral entities. A set of vibrations, as in the switched-on hippy world of the 1960s. A world of happenings, not of things.

Un mondo è un pullulare continuo e irrequieto di cose, un venire alla luce e uno sparire continuo di effimere entità

Quantum mechanics and experiments with particles have taught us that the world is a continuous, restless swarming of things, a continuous coming to light and disappearance of ephemeral entities. A set of vibrations, as in the switched-on hippie world of the 1960s. A world of happenings, not of things.

If the world is a swarm of ephemeral quanta of space and matter, a great jigsaw puzzle of space and elementary particles, then what are we? Do we also consist only of quanta and particles? If so, then from where do we get that sense of individual existence and unique selfhood to which we can all testify? And what then are our values, our dreams, our emotions, our individual knowledge? What are we, in this boundless and glowing world?

You can change government and quasi-governmental agencies and systems from within about as successfully as you can tame a lion after it eats you, and any meaningful change from inside is usually ephemeral.

The world is still new . . . it seems old to us, but only seems because our lives are so short . . . our human race has been around for such a brief amount of time that the universe hasn't had the chance to detect us yet. One blink is all it needs to miss our dance through actuality.

Nothing lasts for those who are born to die, Both fortune and misfortune hurry by.

passavano nuvole rossastre, si muovevano inavvertitamente ed inavvertitamente cambiavano disegno, consistenza e colore. Tutte le forme che andavano assumendo, una più suggestiva dell'altra, erano pugnalate di fugacità che reclamavano di venire decifrate da sempre, dall'inizio dei secoli, un testo variabile e infinito come quello dei nostri viaggi.

Viajamos con las nuebes que se disgregan y oscurecen, cambiamos con ellas sin darnos cuenta, a tenor de su frágil dibujo condenado a la agonía antes de que nadie lo haya entendido...

Esta tarde, por ejemplo, es distinta a cualquier otra y nunca se repetirá. Y cuando tú y yo seamos viejos, ni siquiera nos acordaremos. Es imposible apresar el tiempo, ¿no te parece?

There's no way out of this, it's stark: live or die. Every given moment a bubble that bursts. Step on, from one to the next, ever onwards, a rainbow of stepping stones, each bursting softly as your foot touches and passes on. Till one step finds only empty air. Till that step, live.

Celebrity was a long time in coming it will go away. Everything goes away.

We are alive, but what is left of us?

Everything new and beautiful seems to arrive already haunted by its own demise.

an airy-fairy sort of drifting movement

Death, the sable smoke where vanishes the flame.

The humblest individual under heaven,   Than might suffice a moderate century through. I knew that nought was lasting, but now even   Change grows too changeable without being new.

And mine's a bubble not blown up for praise, But just to play with, as an infant plays.

Transient emotions are lower emotions. Lasting emotions are higher emotions.