Quotes About Ephemeral

Creatures of clay, vain dwellers in the dust, lonely, we roam like the cloud, the wind, the wave, and all we see is a shadow of things unseen, and time that comes to flee Is but the broken echo of a rhyme In heart's great epic of Eternity.

I call Washington 'the city of the perishable.'

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

After we air the call, it's gone. I always thought, 'What a waste.' That's such a powerful story, and there's no way to revisit it or share it.

It's frightening and unnerving to watch a stone melt.

I remember as a kid having a balloon and accidentally letting the string go and watching it just float off and into the sky until it disappeared. And there's something about that, even, that feels very much like what life is, you know, that it's fleeting, and it's temporal.

I'm an instant star. Just add water and stir.

There are some people who leave impressions not so lasting as the imprint of an oar upon the water.

Things come and go in the news cycle like waves of fever.

Popularity is very inconsistent. Sometimes it's there, sometimes it's not. It usually just comes in waves.

We photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing, and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth can make them come back again. We cannot develop and print a memory.

As for me, I'm just passin' through this planet.

Everything's plastic, we're all gonna die.

We go on in our pleasures thinking they're going to last forever.

There is something very poignant about plastic bags. These lonely plastic bags that gradually disintegrate.

Your high points and your low points. High points don't last that long, it's a high and it happens. It's great at the moment but you really can't live on it.

Life is like this: things come and go.

In this business, you can come and go in a second.

Actors, they come and go, you know.

It's a shame in a way that people come and go with one album.

Talent survives and remains while beauty is diluted.

Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!

Fame is like a river, that beareth up things light and swollen, and drowns things weighty and solid.

The Transitoriness of Life To what may man's life be compared? To a boat which rowed away, Far in the sea, and left no track, In the morning of the day. Shami Mansai