Quotes About Ephemeral

For the longest time, the way that I had understood 4chan was this idea that the lack of an archive made the content really ephemeral, and it took me a while, but I finally realized that that's just totally wrong.

I don't seek discomfort. But, very often, you realise that what you fear is actually quite ephemeral; something's different, something's unfamiliar; therefore, it must be worse.

There's nothing that makes you so aware of the improvisation of human existence as a song unfinished. Or an old address book.

Building a set is like building a place, but it's a temporary place, because sets usually get torn down. Kind of unfortunate.

If you are truly wise, you love life very deeply. You love the things in your life, transient though they may be.

… there is no permanence or guarantee in this life.

The mystery of the moment is indescribable.

Do not forget you will never live forever.

Where else can we find happiness for a day other than from something that can offer momentary relief, something like the booze?

The land, that thou see now to have root, shall thou see wasted suddenly.

We pass away out of the world as grasshoppers, and our life is astonishment and fear, and we are not worthy to obtain mercy.

Never plan to make this world your permanent abode, for it is temporal for all, rather permanent your ideas & purpose here.

It is better to be a star for one day than a moon for a lifetime.

Beauty is where the beheld butterfly disappears from sight.

Live life daringly. In one moment in time, you will be gone.

Knowing one day, I will be gone, makes me live fuller life.

The perishableness of life...imparts value, dignity, interest to life.

I'm not able to make amazingly perfect, precious pieces of content, but I get to make awesome spontaneous content that's frequently ephemeral.

Living with the notion that you might never have a permanent spot in the world is really quite a powerful metaphor.

From the very early stage when I started doing performance art in the '70s, the general attitude - not just me, but also my colleagues - was that there should not be any documentation, that the performance itself is artwork and there should be no documentation.

In the Big City a man will disappear with the suddenness and completeness of the flame of a candle that is blown out.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives.

I heard the old, old, men say 'all that's beautiful drifts away, like the waters.'