Quotes About Ephemeral

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, Waking in the dawn of the morning, In the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, Sleeping in the cold night's arms.

No es breve luz aquella caduca exhalación, pálida estrella, que en trémulos desmayos pulsando ardores y latiendo rayos, hace más tenebrosa la obscura habitación con luz dudosa?

This minute is passing. And it will never come again. Never in all the world. When it is gone, it is gone. No power on earth could bring it back again. - Carson McCullers

The power of language. Preserving the ephemeral; giving form to dreams, permanence to sparks of sunlight.

It was as if gravity was suspended. It was like dancing, I thought, although I had never danced in my whole life. We were never to walk like that again.

Isn't it fun,' she said and she smiled. I let the oars rest in the rowlocks. The water around the boat fell silent, and silently the cabin was floating up above the rocks and the smoke rose softly from the chimney, and how impossible it was to grasp that in the end something as fine as this could be ground into dust.

Rarely, rarely, comest thou,Spirit of Delight!

Kings are like stars—they rise and set, they haveThe worship of the world, but no repose.

Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory —

Alas! that all we loved of him should be,But for our grief, as if it had not been,And grief itself be mortal!

Why dost thou pass away and leave our state, This dim vast vale of tears, vacant and desolate?

Music, when soft voices die, vibrates in the memory.

The life of a play begins and ends in the moment of performance. This is where author, actors and directors express all they have to say. If the event has a future, this can only lie in the memories of those who were present and who retained a trace in their hearts. This is the only place for our Dream. No form nor interpretation is for ever. A form has to become fixed for a short time, then it has to go. As the world changes, there will and must be new and totally unpredictable Dreams.

It lasted just a moment, whatever that is. One held breath? An ant's afternoon?

I like life. I would not want to live forever, but for a little while, life is fine.

Your reading of these words is very beautiful and, somehow, very sad, because we both know it must end.

Took the end of the world to make us kings for a day.

Remember me," whispers the dust.

He will fly away like a dream, never to be found; he will be chased away like a vision in the night.