Quotes About Ephemeral

Hay menos tiempo que lugar, no obstante, hay lugares que duran un minuto y para cierto tiempo no ha lugar.

Es casi ley, los amores eternos, son lo más breves.

Estoy seguro de que la cumbre es un breve segundo, un destello instantáneo, y no hay derecho a prórrogas".

No matter how ephemeral it is, a novel is something, while despair is nothing.

She only hoped, and her hope was slender- a wisp of hope, a ghost.

Oh, this here and now, this particular snapshot fragment of forever.

A picture doesn't bring someone to life. A picture is a death of the moment when the picture is taken. Whenever you look at a picture, time dies again.

What does being on earth ask of us? The world wants to be rescued from evanescence, to be translated into an immaterial realm that does not perish because it was never exactly alive. To become, in other words, poetry--either in the poem the poet writes out of engagement with things, or in the interior "poem" of anyone who loves the world, the never-said words we come, over time, to carry within us.

Maybe at the beginning. It didn't last long.

Self-destruction would be a brief, almost autoerotic free-fall into a great velvet darkness.

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything.

Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.

I had pecs for about two days. Everyone would hate me. Just look at me walking around with my little peacoat on. My little customized pea coat.

Yes. The whole point about laughter is it's like mercury: you can't catch it, you can't catch what motivates it - that's why it's funny.

It's a funny feeling, being suddenly airborne. Just as you realize it, it's over, and you're sinking.

Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.

For you and me today is all we have tomorrow is a mirage that may never become reality.

I'd never been in play long enough for the flowers to die in the dressing room.

Follow a shadow, it still flies you.

I think no woman I have had ever gave me so sweet a moment, or at so light a price, as the moment I owe to a newly heard musical phrase.

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.

What a woman says to her avid lover should be written in wind and running water.

Nothing except possibly love and death are of importance, & even the importance of death is somewhat ephemeral, as no one has yet faxed back a reliable report.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.