Quotes About Ephemeral

Believe me, there's nothing more brittle than human beauty. Encounter it. Savour it, by all means. Then watch how it turns to dust.

It was a pink sort of smell- a smell that seemed to get bigger as you smelled it and then burst, just like the popping of a bubble

A firefly came into view against the warm darkness. Then it went off, darting and dipping erratically -- out into the night, a tiny pinpoint of light, which, at the end of the day, is all that is needed.

Our possessing of our world is a temporary matter: we stamp our ownership upon our surroundings, give familiar names to the land about us, erect statues of ourselves, but all of this is swept away, so quickly, so easily. We think the world is ours for ever, but we are little more than squatters.

all the good things that we have in life are on temporary loan, at best, and can be taken away from us in an instant.

He was as fragile as wood smoke, barely a memory against the landscape.

I was delighted to see you again, and forgot for the moment that all happiness is fleeting.

What tender threads do life and death hang

We buy things. We wear them or put them on our walls, or sit on them, but anyone who wants to can take them away from us. Or break them. ... Long after he's dead, someone else will own those stupid little boxes, and then someone after him, just as someone owned them before he did. But no one ever thinks of that: objects survive us and go on living. It's stupid to believe we own them. And it's sinful for them to be so important.

For him there were the hours of day to pass, but they would trickle through his hands as quietly, as simply as sand. The sun and the day would pass; there would come night. And the night would flame with a radiance surpassing the sun.

Money is only congealed snow.

Hollywood money isn't money. It's congealed snow, melts in your hand, and there you are.

A bland smile is like a green light at an intersection, it feels good when you get one, but you forget it the moment you're past it.

We try so hard to put our mark on things, we like to tell ourselves that what we do has import or will last. But the truth is, we're all just passing through. So little survives us. And when we're gone, it's simply the memory of others that keeps our time here alive. And when they're gone... That's why - when I go - I'm asking that my dust gets tossed on the water. Because ends up floating away.

There's always something that you can't pin down with words. Words fall flat all the time — look at the word dust around you.

I'm always looking for meaningful one-night stands

Life is a stranger's sojourn, a night at an inn.

It's more enjoyable for me to know that life is finite. Knowing that, I would like to go to a party.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea. But for now we are young; let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see.

But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.

Life s picture is constantly undergoing change. The spirit beholds a new world every moment.

What labor and pains worldlings take to obtain the vain things of this life-to obtain the poor things of this world, which are but shadows and dreams, and mere nothings!

[last words] What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night.