Quotes About Ephemeral

It's interesting to watch where music is going next. Isn't it always rotating? It is so weird how disposable pop music is, even mine. It just goes by so fast.

I do NOT accept the ephemeral nature of this moment. I'm going to extend it FOREVER! Or at least I'm going to try.

What makes human life - which is inseparable from this moment--so precious is its fleeting nature. And not that it doesn't last but that it never returns again.

If fame goes by, so long, I've had you, fame. If it goes by, I've always known it was fickle. So at least it's something I experience, but that's not where I live.

The best kiss in nature is not between Romeo and Juliet, but it is between a dying autumn leaf and a shiny water drop!

The rose that lives its little hour Is prized beyone the sculpted flower.

Nature has given man no better thing than shortness of life.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

I will be guided by the Christian ethic and an awareness that human action is by nature transient.

Like a force of nature love can fade with the stars at dawn...

Quantum field theory arose out of our need to describe the ephemeral nature of life.

It is only the superficial qualities that last. Man's deeper nature is soon found out.

In the nature of things, I must soon lose sight of this sense of constant metamorphosis whose limits bound our human life.

What I love about the currawongs is the way in which they appear from nowhere and, for a brief period, rule the garden's soundscape, only to disappear as quickly as they arrived.

Nothing is of a permanent nature.

I like things you can touch and things you can keep, because every bit of communication we have is ephemeral in nature. You can just delete an e-mail and it's like it was never there.

Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same

...the beautiful in nature is like a spark flashing momentarily and disappearing as soon as one tries to get hold of it.

A world that won't forget is a world drowned in its not forgetting. Do we want a world full of unedited memory? To be human is to be finite.

A hoverfly is held in a sunbeam, an insect in amber.

Ere long this golden light shall pass and fadeExcept all cherish'd mem'ries ye have made.

Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.

Every moment a beginning. Every moment an end.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.