Quotes About Ephemeral

Sometimes the best dreams came in the final seconds of sleep.

It's like the artwork of Andy Goldsworthy, or anyone who delights in anything ephemeral. The charm in a bottle of wine, the craft, all the work that goes into it . . . actually delighting in the fact that it's perishable and goes away I find really helpful. I've gotten a lot of miles out of a beautiful bottle of wine, not just for the taste and the buzz, but the symbolism of delighting in something that goes away.

Remember that email is skywriting.

I remember wishing the moment would hold forever; that we could be fixed there, laughing and irredescent... Then I got panicky because I knew it would pass; that it was passing already.

No blessing lasts forever

When we are green, still half-created, we believe that our dreams are rights, that the world is disposed to act in our best interests, and that falling and dying are for quitters. We live on the innocent and monstrous assurance that we alone, of all the people ever born, have a special arrangement whereby we will be allowed to stay green forever

Religion may be the most ephemeral eddy of them all. It persists with a name and a building where the faithful congregate over generations. The faith the first generation embraced might be unrecognizable to the last, even though the building and the name have remained unchanged.

Oh my God, if I know anything, I know I'm gonna die! I never forget that. I know I'll be forgotten in a minute, and that's just fine with me.

Bubbles are always new; you just can't find an old bubble.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

A human being is only breath and shadow.

The girl never really lived, and so she has never really died.

I am less to you than your ivory Hermes or your silver Faun. You will like them always. How long will you like me? Till I have my first wrinkle, I suppose. I know, now, that when one loses one's good looks, whatever they may be, one loses everything. Your picture has taught me that. Lord Henry Wotton is perfectly right. Youth is the only thing worth having. When I find that I am growing old, I shall kill myself.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

Of course I need not remind you how fluid a thing thought is with me-- with us all-- and of what an evanescent substance are our emotions made.

Time gliding by without our knowledge cheats us, and nothing can be swifter than the years.

While I speak, time flies.

The rose that lives its little hour is prized beyond the sculptured flower.

You are the trembling of time, that passes between vertical light and darkened sky

Come see the cherry trees of a water constellation and the round key of the rapid universe, come touch the fire of instantaneous blue, come before its petals are consumed.

In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

I remember only a day that was perhaps never intended for me, it was an incessant day, without origins, Thursday. I was a man transported by chance with a woman vaguely found, we undressed as if to die or swim or grow old and we thrust ourselves one inside the other, she surrounding me like a hole, I cracking her like a bell, for she was the sound that wounded me and the hard dome determined to tremble.

Little by little, and also in great leaps, life happened to me, and how insignificant this business is. These veins carried my blood, which I scarcely ever saw, I breathed the air of so many places without keeping a sample of any. In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

It's today: all of yesterday was falling between fingers of light and sleepy eyes