Quotes About Ephemeral

HERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW. ?O USE TO MILK IS YOUR SORROW

The same fate awaits me too, and Oddball, and the Deer outside; one day we shall all be nothing more than corpses.

We live in a state of siege. If one takes a close look at each fragment of a moment, one might choke with terror. Within our bodies disintegration inexorably advances; soon we shall fall sick and die. Our loved ones will leave us, the memory of them will dissolve in the tumult; nothing will remain. Just a few clothes in the wardrobe and someone in a photograph, no longer recognized. The most precious memories will dissipate. Everything will sink into darkness and vanish.

That was a new generation of literature—text without spine, fleeting copy, something like the Kleenex that took the helm after the abdication of cloth handkerchiefs.

The world has dropped its petals.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.

La gloire, c'est comme la gouache, ça prend très vite puis ça part à la première goutte de pluie.

We are no other than a moving row Of Magic Shadow-shapes that come and go Round with the Sun-illumined Lantern held In Midnight by the Master of the Show.

Nuestros trabajos en piedra, en pintura, en impreso están a salvo -algunas de ellas por unas pocas décadas, o uno o dos milenios- pero finalmente todo deberá caer en la guerra o desaparecer en la final y universal ceniza.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes. That is the one and only thing that I have thought resembled a truth in the society of human beings where I have dwelled up to now as in a burning hell. Everything passes.

But in my softness I find peace, however fleeting.

Now I have neither happiness nor unhappiness. Everything passes.

You are a guesthouse and your guests for but a few days are alternatively sorrows and joys.

Every thing-become is mortal. Not only peoples, languages, races and Culture are transient.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

I always thought that whatever I had was temporary.

And once out, Eleanor thought silently, you can't put it back any more than returning a mist of perfume to a bottle once it has been sprayed.

After a visit to the beach, it's hard to believe that we live in a material world.

love might be forever but life was not.

Ephemerals: That's what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I am an ephemeral. It made her feel like something passing and precious.

nothing lasts forever, not even time it self

Dispomos de um excesso de tempo que nos acaba por faltar a partir do momento em que já passou.

Nothing human has ever mattered to this world. Nothing human has ever excited the interest of rivers or flowers. Everything fades away in the specks of this blurred haze that the fire of the sun has added to the heat of the light.

Ce sont tous les plaisirs du monde qui se retirent en nous disant adieu.