Quotes About Ephemeral

He thought of himself not as something heavy that left tracks behind it, but if anything, as a speck upon the surface of an earth too deeply asleep to notice the scratch of ant feet, the rasp of butterfly teeth, the tumbling of dust

No será la belleza otro objeto de consumo, como el vino? Uno lo bebe, lo traga y nos da una breve sensación placentera, embriagadora, pero ¿qué queda? Lo que el vino deja como saldo, con tu perdón, es la orina; ¿cuál es el saldo de la belleza? ¿En qué te hace bien? ¿Nos hace mejores?

No se veía como un cuerpo pesado que va dejando un rastro, sino como algo parecido a una partícula liviana sobre la superficie de una tierra demasiado dormida como para notar el rasguño de las patas de las hormigas, el mordisqueo de las mariposas, el revoloteo del polvo.

hasta qué punto es real nuestra posesión? Las flores se convierten en polvo, Hendrik desengancha y se va, la tierra nada sabe de cercas, las piedras seguirán en su sitio cuando yo no sea más que polvo, la propia comida que devoro solamente pasa a través de mí.

Strange how mortality made moments like this with her infinite.

But transience was the way one treasured what one had been given.

Maybe that's what life is... a wink of the eye and winking stars.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

But I remember seeing a mess of leaves suddenly go skittering in the wind and into the creek, then floating rapidly down the creek towards the sea, making me feel a nameless horror even then of 'Oh my God, we're all being swept away to sea no matter what we know or say or do

We are nothing. - Tomorrow we may be die. We are nothing. - You and me.

fear life but don't die, your alone, everybody's alone, oh Cody Pomeray you can't win you can't lose all is ephemeral all is hurt

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

I realize I'm just a silly stranger goofing with other strangers for no reason far away from anything that ever mattered to me what that was--Always an ephemeral visitor to the Coast nevery really involved with anyone's lives there because I'm always ready to fly back across the country but not to any life of my own on the other end either, just a traveling stranger like Old Bull Balloon... (p. 178)

And a bird who was on a crooked branch is suddenly gone without my even hearing him.

This world is the movie of what everything is, it is one movie, made of the same stuff throughout, belonging to nobody, which is what everything is.

I'm stuck struggling in the cold water, and all I can do is grieve, grieve, in the hoar necessitous horror of the morning, bitterly I hate myself, bitterly it's too late yet while I feel better I still feel ephemeral and unreal and unable to straighten my thoughts or even really grieve, in fact I feel too stupid to be really bitter, in short I don't know what I'm doing and I'm being told what to do...

I will die, and you will die, and we all will die, and even the stars will fade out one after another in time.

I dunno, remember when we were in East St. Louis with George, and Jack you said you'd love those beautiful dancing girls if you knew they would live forever as beautiful as they are? (p. 173)

Poor [Jack Kerouac], his day is so sorrowful and worried, his reasons are so ephemeral, it's such a haunted and pitiful thing to have to live.

A blessed night. I immediately fell into a blank thoughtless trance wherein it was again revealed to me "This thinking has stopped" and I sighed because I didn't have to think any more and felt my whole body sink into a blessedness surely to be believed, completely relaxed and at peace with all the ephemeral world of dream and dreamer and the dreaming itself.

Like as the birds that gather in the trees of afternoon,' wrote Ashvhaghosha almost two thousand years ago, 'then at nightfall vanish all away, so are the separations of the world.

The champagne is already flat.  The sparkle and bubble has gone out and it is a tasteless drink.

I think Americans, as a nation and culture, once something is recognized for a week or two, people kind of forget about.

I never think 'I've made it' because, in football, you can be forgotten within two weeks and I don't ever want to be forgotten.