Quotes About Ephemeral

Cause nobody's the slightest idea who we are, or who we were, not even we ourselves – except, that is, in the glimmer of a moment of fair business between strangers, or the nod of knowing and agreement between friends. Other than these, we go out anonymous into the insect air and all we are is the dust of colour, brief engineering of wings towards a glint of light on a blade of grass or a leaf in a summer dark.

We are at the mercy of time, and for all the ways we are remembered, a sea of things will be lost. But how much is contained in what lingers!

A world like a boat passing by, and perhaps another on the dark water.

And I go in, it's just a portal after all. I don't know what's inside. Whatever happens next. Nothing happens; things coalesce then melt again

You must know that you're always dead . . .

I mean, they're made out of dust. You're all just dust and dried blood, you're dead. You are not absolute.

it goes away and you almost forget it but emotions stay

you are so bodiless, so barely there

and half-formed faces float out and vanish too undulating to be actual

not yet continuous no more than a shiver of something

she never quite completes her sentence but is always almost

In fact, most things that threaten to last forever often become quite annoying.

Beauty is only temporary, but your mind lasts you a lifetime.

I was warm and dry and fed, the jonge Genever was happily chasing the red corpuscles in a game of merry-go-round, all the coloured threads were weaving themselves into a beautiful pattern and by day's end it would be over. I had never felt so good before. I was never to feel so good again.

Nietzsche said the newspaper had replaced the prayer in the life of the modern bourgeois , meaning that the busy, the cheap, the ephemeral, had usurped all that remained of the eternal in his daily life.

Trees are like people. We're alive, then we're memories, then we're not even that.

Time, the greatest thief of all.

I thought the morning would bring change. But I should have known that it doesn't take that long for change to happen - it takes a second. A moment. In a single breath, reality as you know it can simply fall away.

In a single breath, reality as you know it can simply fall away.

Memories are the only things we really own, the only things that stay constant. Everything else becomes dust.

When you think about it, in the big scheme of things, our time together is like a dash of spice in a big cosmic soup--important for richness of flavor, but still, not quite the main ingredient.

Los suspiros son aire y van al aire. Las lágrimas son agua y van al mar, dime mujer, cuando el amor se olvida, ¿sabes a donde va? –Becquer

In times of stress, it is easy to look to one's weaknesses and fear the worst, but it is worth remembering that London's cultural strengths are not some ephemeral dot-com bubble; they are a real, tangible legacy of decades of investment in talent.

Wealth, beauty, and fame are transient. When those are gone, little is left except the need to be useful.