Quotes About Ephemeral

The apricot's fleetingly short harvest - only a few weeks long - explains the urge to save the season in a jar. But cooked fruit, no matter how expertly preserved, can never measure up to the flawlessness of its fresh counterpart.

Faces that have charmed us the most escape us the soonest.

Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false world is but transitory.

All Juleps are made for present use, and therefore it is in vain to speak of their duration.

Time is at once the most valuable and the most perishable of all our possessions.

Success, I've come to realise, is fleeting so you shouldn't value it too much.

But the object cannot be allowed to escape from ephemerality or from fashion.

nós somos apenas episodicamente condutores de sentido, no essencial e em profundidade nós nos comportamos como massa, vivendo a maior parte do tempo num modo pânico ou aleatório, aquém ou além do sentido.

The purity of a revolution can last a fortnight. That is why a poet, the revolutionary of the soul, limits himself to the about-turns of the mind.

?udo, ako potraje, prestaje da bude ?udo.Zato privi?enja tako brzo i nestaju.

L'été est étincelant et bref. Il s'arrache au printemps en cinq jours, il s'épanouit en vingt, il se convulse en dix et c'est l'automne.

J'existe. C'est doux, si doux, si lent. Et léger: on dirait que ça tient en l'air tout seul. Ça remue. Ce sont des effleurements partout qui fondent et s'évanouissent. Tout doux, tout doux.

I had thought out this sentence, at first it had been a small part of myself. Now it was inscribed on the paper, it took sides against me. I didn't recognize it any more. I couldn't conceive it again. It was there, in front of me; in vain for me to trace some sign of its origin. Anyone could have written it. But I ... I wasn't sure I wrote it. The letters glistened no longer, they were dry. That had disappeared too; nothing was left but their ephemeral spark.

Quizá no haya nada en el mundo que me interese tanto como este sentimiento de aventura. Pero viene cuando quiere; y se va tan rápido, que me deja agotado. ¿Me hará estas breves visitas irónicas para demostrarme que he frustado mi vida?

But they never last, the golden days. And it can be sad, the sun in the afternoon, can't it? Yes, it can be sad, the afternoon sun, sad and frightening.

Every moment you steal from the present is a moment you've lost forever. There is only now.

I dreamed I was a single moment in a single day. A note struck and vanished. A sounding. A reckoning. Gone.

The night seems more temporary than the day, especially to lovers, and it also seems more uncertain. In this way it sums up our lives, which are uncertain and temporary. We forget about that in the day. In the day we go on for ever.

If the sun is shining, stand in it – yes, yes, yes. Happy times are great, but happy times pass – they have to – because time passes.

If haunting is anything, perhaps that's what it is; time in the wrong place.

Why spend the afternoon making a meal that will be gone in an hour, she'd ask us, when in the same amount of time, I can do a painting that will last forever?

Cooking a meal that would be consumed in fifteen minutes had no appeal when she could make a painting that might last forever.

Mais comme mes regards tombaient sur le bloc de feuilles blanches, je fus saisi par son aspect et je restai, la plume en l'air, à contempler ce papier éblouissant : comme il était dur et voyant, comme il était présent. Il n'y avait rien en lui que du présent. Les lettres que je venais d'y tracer n'étaient pas encore sèches et déjà elles ne m'appartenaient plus.

Suddenly they existed, then suddenly they existed no longer: existence is without memory; of the vanished it retains nothing—not even a memory. Existence everywhere, infinitely, in excess, for ever and everywhere; existence—which is limited only by existence.