Quotes About Ephemeral

Record sales don't matter when the people who bought the records are dead and gone.

Look up at the stars and you're gone.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

The amazing miracle of death, when one second you're walking and talking, and the next second you're an object.

It's weird to think the place where we're standing will only be a point in the sky.

It's not enough to be numbered with the grains of sand on the beach and the stars in the sky.

You are permanent, but this life is not.

You must realize that one day you will die. Until then you are worthless.

Lovely, forgettable faces, born to flirt and fuck and die.

Honey, times like this, it helps to think of yourself as a sofa or a newspaper, something made by a lot of other people but not made to last forever.

There's the obituary to look for the next week, six column inches about nothing that really mattered

All of these stars, the most powerful actors in film, they were all gone in an instant.

Brandy says not to watch myself too close. Honey, she says, times like this, it helps to think of yourself as a sofa or a newspaper, something made by a lot of other people but not made to last forever.

And a moment was the most you could ever expect from perfection.

For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone. Not your luggage. Nothing matters. Not your bad breath.

In this maze of antiques, she says, are the ghosts of everyone who has ever owned this furniture. Everyone rich and successful enough to prove it. All of their talent and intelligence and beauty outlived by decorative junk. All the success and accomplishments this furniture was supposed to represent, it's all vanished.

It's that kind of faux wisdom. That kind of Chinese food enlightenment where you know that ten minutes after your head clears, you'll forget it all.

What Marla loves, she says, is all the things that people love intensely and then dump an hour or a day after. The way a Christmas tree is the center of attention, then, after Christmas you see those dead Christmas trees with the tinsel still on them, dumped alongside the highway.

Essa é sua vida, ela vai acabando a cada minuto.

Un día estás vivo y arrastrándote por el mundo, y al siguiente te has convertido en un frío fertilizante, en bufé para gusanos. Este es el asombroso milagro de la muerte.

For this moment, nothing matters. Look up into the stars and you're gone.

You do not buy Taco Bell, you rent Taco Bell and then return it to its ecosystem with a couple of flushes.

Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.