Quotes About Ephemeral

Nothing lasts forever, not even the best machines. And everything can be reused. - Hephaestus

Their names written on water. Or scorched into the earth. Or atomized into the air. Legion.

When Theo returned along St. Andrews Street the girl with the custard-yellow hair was no longer there and he worried that she might never be there again. Because that was how it happened: one moment you were there, laughing, talking, breathing, and the next you were gone. Forever. And there wasn't even a shape left in the world where you'd been, neither the trace of a smile nor the whisper of a word. Just nothing

Life was all just coming and going, wasn't it? And then eventually it was just going.

The home in which you reside it not forever.

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

committing oneself to being fashionable was simultaneously committing oneself to being perishable.

The best things, he always used to say, are put together of a night and vanish with the morning. What people call the floating world, Ono, was a world Gisaburo knew how to value.

If this glorious birth to death hassle is the only hassle we are ever to have ..if our grand exhilarating fight of life is such a tragically short little scrap anyway,compared to the eons of rounds before and after-then why should one want to relinquish even a few precious seconds of it?

You can make a mark across the night with the tip of an embered stick, and you can actually see it fixed in its finity. You can be absolutely sure of its treacherous impermanence. And that is all.

To me, there's two kinds of music these days. There's ephemeral music, and there's music that has lasting power and depth.

Power comes and goes. It can vanish in the twinkling of an eye, like smoke dissolving in the air.

The power of telly is surprising. If you're in a six-part series, you're famous while it's on - people point in the street. Two weeks later it all goes back to normal.

It is said that love does not last, that it is just a momentary spell cast upon your soul by some higher power, or a small trick of the mind. If this were all true, there would be no story to tell.

The paper burns, but the words fly away.

The child was slender as fleeting hope.

Each hour, as it comes, is but a testimony how fleeting, yet how secure, how certain, is the great whole.

Glory is like a circle in the water, Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself Till by broad spreading it disperse to naught.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves;Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.

I see thy glory like a shooting starFall to the base earth from the firmament.

The mutable, rank-scented many.

Glory is like a circle in the water,Which never ceaseth to enlarge itself,Till by broad spreading it disperse to nought.

Not marble, nor the gilded monumentsOf princes, shall outlive this powerful rime.

What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.