Quotes About Ephemeral

Mighty king, come from so far, prepared by so many combinations, by so many vanished gestures. He disappears in turn, so that other combinations can be born, other gestures, attacks, counterattacks, turns of luck, a crowd of small adventures.

I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and among those exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered.

I think that's the strength of photography - to decide the decisive moment, to click in the moment to come up with a picture that never comes back again.

I feel very much aware of my mortality. I'm here, and then I'm not. It's the same thing with everything else: the movie comes out, and then it's gone. Everything is changing all the time, and I'm not going to stress out and spend my entire time chasing something that ultimately doesn't exist.

In order to exist just once in the world, it is necessary never again to exist.

We shall all die, and our lives will be irrelevant then.

Dat zou pas een boek zijn. Nog tijdens het lezen mag het papier verbrokkelen en rotten. Of nee, de inkt vergaat. Dat ware nog het mooist. Je bent onder aan een bladzijde, de duim waarmee je het boek vasthoudt, bevindt zich rechts onderaan, vlak onder het laatste woord, je blikt omhoog, naar de bladzijde die je net hebt gelezen, en de bovenste regel is al helemaal verdwenen, opgeslokt door de blankheid van zijn blad.

The studio is torn down, all the people who played on it are dead, the instruments have been sold off. But you are listening to a moment that happened in time sixty years ago and you are hearing it just as sharp as when it was made. That remains an amazing thing to me.

Everything is temporary!

Iš ties?, aš taip nebijau, kaip tur??iau bijoti. Ir ne tod?l, kad esu tikinti. Ne d?l mžino gyvenimo. O tod?l, kad žinau, jog viskas yra laikina, viskas praeina".

I'm nothing but air and wind. I'm part of the blizzard.

Death is always on its way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life....we get to think of life as an inexhaustable well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times...How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet is all seems limitless.

And it occurred to him that a walk through the countryside was a sort of epitome of the passage through life itself. One never took the time to savor the details; one said: another day, but always with the hidden knowledge that each day was unique and final, that there never would be a return, another time.

Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number really.

Las cosas ocurren solo un determinado número de veces, en realidad, muy pocas. ¿Cuántas veces más recordarás cierta tarde de tu infancia, una tarde que forma una parte tan entrañable de tu ser que ni siquiera puedes imaginar la vida sin ella? Quizá cuatro o cinco veces más. Quizás ni eso. ¿Cuántas veces más verás salir la luna llena? Quizás veinte. Y sin embargo todo parece ilimitado.

Everything is made to perish; the wonder of anything at all is that it has not already done so. No, he thought. The wonder of anything is that it was made in the first place. What persists beyond this cataclysm of making and unmaking?

The glare of gas station rest stops, mystical, comet-like as they rushed past, but melancholy and ordinary when we paused for the ten-minute breaks.

Who cares for your fashions and your wars and your causes? I will shortly be gone and I have seen many fashions come and go and many causes so passionately defended only to be forgotten.

Whenever someone dies, a part of the universe dies too. Everything a person felt, experience and saw dies with them, like tears in the rain.

How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?

If what one finds is made of pure matter; it will never spoil. and one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing in return.

There is no tragedy, only the unavoidable. Everything has its reason for being: you only need to distinguish what is temporary from what is lasting.

Se o que encontraste é feito de matéria pura, jamais apodrecerá. E poderás voltar um dia. Se foi apenas um momento de luz, como a explosão de uma estrela, então não vais encontrar nada quando voltares. Mas terás visto uma explosão de luz. E só isso já terá valido a pena.

We are like children building a sand castle. We embellish it with beautiful shells, bits of driftwood, and pieces of colored glass. The castle is ours, off limits to others. We're willing to attack if others threaten to hurt it. Yet despite all our attachment, we know that the tide will inevitably come in and sweep the sand castle away. The trick is to enjoy it fully but without clinging, and when the time comes, let it dissolve back into the sea.