Quotes About Ephemeral

Voilà peut-être ce qu'il faudrait accepter: on ne fait que passer. Et quand bien même l'amour, le combat, la souffrance à en devenir fou... De tout ça un jour il ne reste rien

Fashions pass quickly, and nothing is more pathetic than those puppets of fashion outrageously made up one day, pale the next, pleated or ironed stiff, libertine or ascetic. Playing with fashion is an art. The first rule is don't burn your wings.

Often when we realize how precious those seconds are, it's too late for them to be captured because the moment has passed. We realize too late.

One day soon, this body will be old; and not too long afterward, it will turn into dust. This thought frightened her, made her think of how insignificant she was, made her realize that she alone gave her life significance.

Als wij geen namen zouden hebben, zou alles veel duidelijker zijn. Gewoon wat vluchtige materie met een beetje bewustzijn, verschijningen die komen en tamelijk snel weer verdwijnen. Door die namen denken we dat we heel wat zijn, we denken misschien zelfs dat ze ons beschermen, maar wie weet nog de namen van alle miljarden die verdwenen zijn?

There is no remembrance which time doth not obliterate, nor pain which death doth not put an end to.

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Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.

Modernity signifies the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, the half of art of which the other half is the eternal and the immutable.

When I tell people about the blooms, about how they open around nine and close before sunrise and do this just for one night, they always ask, Is that all? Yes. That's all.

Of present fame think little, and of future less the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

Treaties are like roses and young girls — they last while they last.

Treaties are like roses and young girls. They last while they last.

Before falling to the ground, the rain has touched the sky. (Avant de tomber au sol, La pluie a touché le ciel)

Fireflies are free, so beautiful. (Les lucioles sont libres, donc belles.)"

Life is short, even in letter. (Vie, c'est court, Même en lettre)

The soul is like pollen: we remember it. (L'âme est comme le pollen : - Elle fait souvenir d'elle.)

Dickens writes that an event, "began to be forgotten, as most affairs are, when wonder, having no fresh food to support it, dies away of itself.

The loveliest things in life are but shadows; they come and go, and change and fade away…

What was the nameless shadow which again in that one instant had passed?

The beauty of the earth is but a breath, and man is but a shadow. What sympathy should a holy preacher have with either?

Like man in the abstract, he is here to-day and gone to-morrow—but, very unlike man indeed, he is here again the next day.

But fashions are like human beings. They come in, nobody knows when, why, or how; and they go out, nobody knows when, why, or how. Everything is like life, in my opinion, if you look at it in that point of view.