Quotes About Ephemeral

The spoken word vanished with the wind. Likewise, the unrecorded life disappears as if it never existed.

Time flames like a paraffin stove / and what burns are the minutes I live.

Before I do a play I say that I hope it's going to be for as short a time as possible but, once you do it, it is a paradoxical pleasure. One evening out of two there are five minutes of a miracle and for those five minutes you want to do it again and again. It's like a drug.

Dry creek glimpsed by lightning

The world of dew is the world of dew. And yet, and yet--

To fly is the opposite of traveling: you cross a gap in space, you vanish into the void, you accept not being in any place for a duration that is itself a kind of void in time; then you reappear, in a place and in a moment with no relation to the where and the when in which you vanished.

If men and women began to live their ephemeral dreams, every phantom would become a person with whom to begin a story of pursuits, pretenses, misunderstandings, clashes, oppressions, and the carousel of fantasies would stop

Volare è il contrario del viaggio: attraversi una discontinuità dello spazio, sparisci nel vuoto, accetti di non essere in nessun luogo per una durata che è anch'essa una specie di vuoto nel tempo; poi riappari, in un luogo e in un momento senza rapporto col dove e col quando in cui eri sparito.

The one close to me now, even my own body- these too will soon become clouds, floating in different directions.

For a moment he became smoke. How intimate, now, the cloudy sky.

More fragrant because of the one who saw and picked them, these flowers, precious, transient--

As an atheist, I believe that all life is unspeakably precious, because it's only here for a brief moment, a flare against the dark, and then it's gone forever.

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment. (From 'Fukan zazengi')

All the earth is a grave, and nought escapes it; nothing is so perfect that it does not fall and disappear. The rivers, brooks, fountains and waters flow on, and never return to their joyous beginnings; they hasten on to the vast realms of Tlaloc, and the wider they spread between their marges the more rapidly do they mould their own sepulchral urns. That which was yesterday is not to-day; and let not that which is to-day trust to live to-morrow.

Time makes heroes but dissolves celebrities.

Hence the dazzling mountain scene that takes our breath away should not provoke us to try to seize and freeze the moment, but to give thanks and look ahead to the beauty of the new heaven and the new earth, of which this world's finest beauty is but a miniscule glimpse. We delight in the world's beauty as we lament its transience.

With the Internet, you can be easily exposed and disposed. You can create some viral video, the biggest thing ever, and then four weeks later, no one remembers your name.

Brick-and-mortar at the end of the day matters because viral is great, but it comes and goes as fast.

It has been said that a pretty face is a passport. But it's not, it's a visa, and it runs out fast.

As to your question--is there such a thing as a fairy tale romance? Prudie would say yes, and in fact she has had one. Alas, they do not endure. Fairy tales are to romance what fireworks are to the night sky. They are transient states...and while temporarily thrilling, not what one builds a life around.

When a fortune comes without calling, it's apt to leave without asking.

Things always seem to end before they start

It's just a temporary thing.

L'éphémère est une divinité polymorphe ainsi que son nom. Sur ces trois pieds qui sonnent comme une légende peuplée d'yeux de farfadets, mon ami Robert Desnos, ce singulier sage moderne, qui a des navires étranges dans chaque pli de sa cervelle, s'est longuement penché, cherchant par l'échelle de soie philologique le sens de ce mot fertile mirages.