Quotes About Ephemeral

Les morts sont plus nombreux que les vivants. Leur nombre augemente. Les vivants sont rares.

Charity belongs to nobody. Its image, a soap bubble, shines for an instant, bursts, and never knows who blew it.

Prawda jest córÄ… czasu poczÄ™tÄ… w przypadkowym i krótkotrwaÅ'ym romansie ze zbiegiem okolicznoÅ›ci.

To die? Why not, if one can fuck around beforehand.

it gives me no rest, my wish to know the fate of all these scenes that entered my eyes and have remained in my thoughts. What happens to them when I am no longer there?

Próbuj? wyobrazi? sobie ?wiat przed fotografi? i nie potrafi?. Prawdopodobnie w ogóle nie istnia?, nieustannie przepada?,poch?oni?ty przez ruchliwe, nienasycone zmys?y, nic z niego nie zostawa?o.

In the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.

The day will come when everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes.

I'm afraid that if you look at a thing long enough, it loses all of its meaning.

Curiosity is the most fleeting of pleasures; the moment is satisfied, it ceases to exist and it always proves very, very expensive.

Then I understood the thing I'd never grasped back in those days, when I was young, before I lived in history. When I was young, I'd wanted to be ephemeral, I'd wanted the moment, to live in just the glorious moment, the rush of blood, the applause. Pluck the day. Eat the peach. Tomorrow never comes. But, oh yes, tomorrow does come all right, and when it comes it lasts a bloody long time, I can tell you.

Sometimes the beauty is easy. Sometimes you don't have to try at all. Sometimes you can hear the wind blow in a handshake. Sometimes there's poetry written right on the bathroom wall.

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

Music is intangible and ephemeral, but it comes from the home world of the spirit, and though so fleeting, it is recognized by the spirit as a soul-speech fresh from the celestial realms, an echo from the home whence we are now exiled, and therefore it touches a cord in our being, regardless of whether we realize the true cause or not.

I looked about me once again, and suddenly the dancing horses without number changed into animals of every kind and into all the fowls that are, and these fled back to the four quarters of the world from whence the horses came, and vanished.

Life is a wave, which in no two consecutive moments of its existence is composed of the same particles.

Modernity is the transitory, the fugitive, the contingent, which make up one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immutable. This transitory fugitive element, which is constantly changing, must not be despised or neglected.

Treaties, you see, are like girls and roses; they last while they last.

Let's make hay while it lasts.

And left the flushed print in a poppy there.

Prizes are like butterflies, colorful butterflies that fly away. I don't believe in prizes much.

So I think I'll say the obvious thing: theater is ephemeral. When a production is done, it's gone forever. You can take pictures of it. You can make a film of it. But it's not the production. It's not the same thing.

The ephemeral part of this work is that in music production, the sounds evolve so much faster than it used to, which means that you really have to put in a lot of work and effort in constantly designing the next sound that will move the culture forward.

Nothing lasts forever in my profession.