Quotes About Ephemeral

Today's cloud is tomorrow's puddle.

Time is the thing that everyone knows intimately – until you ask them to tell you about It.

If it's not gonna matter tomorrow, it shouldn't matter today.

Sparks are warm while they last.

Brother, when beauty falls into your hand, you hold on to it while you can. You could be dead tomorrow.Well, that's... inspiring.

She was only a dew drop that sparkled a short while under the brilliant rays of heaven's sunlight.

Touch a day you will never see.

Transient guests are we.

We all come and go. This universe is staying here with endless joy of welcoming and an infinite sadness of farewell.

Fame is an epiphany of bubbles that are transient and pugnacious.

Life is magnificent and vivacious, but it is also fugacious.

Life is transient and ephemeral so dance in your own way.

Life is mostly froth and bubble

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

the most transient and trivial of infatuations lack any real cause, and that's even truer of feelings that go far deeper, infinitely deeper than that.

A paz, infelizmente, é sempre apenas aparente, e transitória, um fingimento.

La felicidad se escurre, no tiene forma, se escapa por una rendija sin que lo percibamos. Es difícil reconocerla, y cuando nos damos cuenta de que nos bañamos en ella, es porque ya nos falta.

La vida es un frágil aliento, el delicado rumor de la seda al doblarse y se va tan deprisa, esfumándose, como los hilos de humo que desprenden las últimas pavesas de la hoguera

It was Sophie who, by the example of her work and her life, both of them bathed in clarity, showed me the right way. In her world, the high and the low, the light and the dark, the eternal and the ephemeral, are balanced in prefect equilibrium.

Le seul avenir de l'avenir est de devenir un passé. Quand l'avenir se jette sur nous, il a tellement hâte de se changer en passé qu'il ne prend que pour un instant, pour un soupir, pour un clin d'œil, pour un éclair la forme fragile du présent. On pourrait presque soutenir que le temps n'a qu'une idée: sauter l'étape du présent.

Une des clés évidentes et secrètes de ce monde où nous vivons est qu'il passe son temps dans un éternel présent toujours en train de s'évanouir. Entre un avenir qui n'existe pas encore et un passé qui n'existe déjà plus se glisse une pure abstraction, une sorte de rêve impossible. C'est cette absence haletante que nous appelons le présent. Personne n'a jamais vécu ailleurs que sur cette frontière vacillante entre le passé et l'avenir.

Certain acts dazzle us and light up blurred surfaces, if our eyes are sharp enough to see them in a flash, for the beauty of a living thing can be grasped only fleetingly. To pursue it during its changes leads us inevitably to the moment when it ceases, for it cannot last a lifetime. And to analyze it, that is, to pursue it in time with the sight and the imagination, is to view it in its decline, for following the marvelous moment in which it reveals itself, it diminishes in intensity.

But I shall transmit their names far down the ages. These names alone will remain in the future, divested of their objects. Who, it will be asked, were Bulkaen, Harcamone, Divers, who was Pilorge, who was Guy? And their names will inspire awe, as we are awed by the light from a star that has been dead a thousand years. Have I told all there was to tell of this adventure? If I take leave of this book, I take leave of what can be related. The rest is ineffable. I say no more and walk barefoot.

A golf course is the epitome of all that is transitory in the universe, a space not to dwell in, but to get over as quickly as possible.