Quotes About Ephemeral

?ycie jest jedynie przelotnym cieniem; ?a?osnym aktorem, co przez godzin? puszy si? i miota na scenie, po czym znika; opowie?ci? idioty, pe?n? wrzasku i w?ciek?o?ci, a nie znacz?c? nic.

We're all dying. That's what defines the condition of living.

There are no permanent things, only fleeting moments of warmth and companionship, precious stationary seconds in a flicker of troubled days. The

There are no permanent things, only fleeting moments of warmth and companionship, precious stationary seconds in a flicker of troubled days.

Ross thought, There are no permanent things, only fleeting moments of warmth and companionship, precious stationary seconds in a flicker of troubled days.

El pan comido es pronto olvidado.

Gustavo Solivellas dice: La dictadura, devoción fetichista por un hombre, es una cosa efímera, un estado de la sociedad en el que no puede expresarse los propios pensamientos, en el que los hijos denuncian a sus padres a la policía; un estado semejante no puede durar mucho tiempo (Sir Winston Churchill)

Ten years is a long time in this fugitive world.

He was a cut flower in a vase; fair to see, yet bound to die, and to die very soon if the water was not constantly renewed.

Nothing can ever happen twice. In consequence, the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.   Even

Czemu ty si?, z?a godzino, z niepotrzebnym mieszasz l?kiem? Jeste? - a wi?c musisz min??. Miniesz - a wi?c to jest pi?kne

BÄ™dziemy mija? siÄ™ bez gestu i bez sÅ'owa nie pamiÄ™tajÄ…c, ?e przez krótki czas kochaliÅ›my siÄ™ na zawsze.

A vida dura o tempo de umas marcas de garra na areia.

Å»aden dzieÅ" siÄ™ nie powtórzy, nie ma dwóch podobnych nocy, dwóch tych samych pocaÅ'unków, dwóch jednakich spojrzeÅ" w oczy.

the sorry fact is that we arrive here improvised and leave without the chance to practice.

La vida dura unos cuantos rasguños en la arena

Lata rozpadajÄ… siÄ™ na miesiÄ…ce, miesiÄ…ce na dni, dni na godziny, minuty na sekundy, a sekundy przeciekajÄ…. Czym jestem? Jestem pewna iloÅ›ciÄ… sekund - które przeciekÅ'y. Rezultat: nic. Nic.

Ein Mensch stirbt. Und? Nichts weiter. Der Wind weht weiter. Die Elbe quasselt weiter. Die Straßenbahn klingelt weiter.

A man dies... only a few circles in the water prove that he was ever there. And even they quickly disappear. And when they're gone, he's forgotten, without a trace, as if he'd never even existed. And that's all.

Sex and death - two things that come once in a lifetime.

After the death of all living creatures, all our unfulfilled wishes and unspoken words will go on drifting in the stratosphere, they will combine with one another and linger upon the earth like fog. What will this fog look like in the eyes of the living? Will they fail to remember the dead and instead indulge in banal meteorological conversations like: It's foggy today, don't you think?

This tiny habitation on wheels, with bit parts of the living room, the washroom, and the fireplace, is a pathetic admission that human life is no more than this: an attempt to feel at home while racing towards oblivion. He

Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can

They would emerge a short distance away, sometimes three or four of them, a short lived archipelago of volcanic islands.