Quotes About Ephemeral

Here is the fate of the man: To appear and to disappear!

Man is a machine of remembrance; all we do is to remember things because life flies fast like a swallow; reality immediately disappears!

Our chair will remain empty one day, but our ideas will continue to sit on that chair! However in the very distant future, there will remain neither chair nor ideas! All will disappear!

The best kiss in nature is not between Romeo and Juliet, but it is between a dying autumn leaf and a shiny water drop!

The tragedy of man is that the happy moments of life behave like the birds of the forests: They appear and disappear suddenly!

There is always something sad about the trams, may be because they are like our lives: They appear from nothingness and disappear in the horizon of the crowds.

Time is so fast that all times are past times! When you look at a photo of the past, you must know that you are already in the album, someone else is looking at your photo! All times are past times!

Time is so fast that even ten years later is already a past!

We are the visitors in the lives of others; we visit them and we disappear!

You frantically want to make a mark on the history of humanity? You, King of the Fools! In the very distant future, there shall be no history; there shall remain not even a single trace of anything!

Luna moths have no mouths or stomachs. They do not eat, and only live about one week. Where to Find It As soon as the female comes out of the cocoon in April or June, she searches for a tree with leaves her offspring can eat. Many different trees could be food for her caterpillars. So you may find her on walnut, hickory, oak, birch, alder, sweet gum or persimmon trees.

One day Tate was there, a ghost of Tate

Time does not care how precious it is, how hard you are working not to squander it. Time passes.

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

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

As I see it, life is an effort to grip before they slip through one's fingers and slide into oblivion, the startling, the ghastly or the blindingly exquisite fish of the imagination before they whip away on the endless current and are lost for ever in oblivion's black ocean.

A resposta borboleteia sem poiso: a pessoa que amamos está enterrada em todo o lado. O mesmo é dizer: não desce nunca à terra.

De quem fui onda, sou agora espuma, búzio sem eco, lembrança de viagem nenhuma.

I learned that you can't truly own anything, that true ownership comes only in the moment of giving.

how fragile and fleeting life is in the relentless flow of minor necessities that make up day-to-day existence.

I just met history for a couple of hours, and then our ways parted.

The true magic of this broken world lay in the ability of the things it contained to vanish, to become so thoroughly lost, that they might never have existed in the first place.

Nada dura para siempre. Ni la risa, ni la lujuria, ni siquiera la vida en sí. Para siempre, no. Por eso le sacamos el máximo jugo a lo que tenemos.

What is the shape of a miracle? Is it slender, compact, able to fit, like a silver bead, within the palm of your hand? So dense, so deeply concentrated, that it carries an entire universe inside its smooth, brittle shell? Or is it fluid, ephemeral, an invisible substance that pours out over the moment, releasing upon its subjects a whiff of the sublime, transforming them, man and child and thing, forever?