Quotes About Ephemeral

Why not keep moving it's true every epitaph calls out to the passerby but the marks are a trap the mourning is irrelevant I knew a man who dreamed his backside was made of glass and dared not sit down for 7 months

Beauty, in glimpses and flashes, that is what the soul required. That was the drop of water on the tongue.

Being kissed on the back of the knee is a moth at the windowscreen....

Our bodies were trash. We leave them on the shore.

It was built on air and ghosts…it was truly beautiful but it died…because it tried to get real and it was never real.

As for me, I am a watercolor. I wash off.

Life is an illusion that last too little.

Todo se borrará en un segundo. El diccionario acumulado de la cuna hasta el lecho de muerte se eliminará. Llegará el silencio y no habrá palabras para decirlo. De la boca abierta no saldrá nada. Ni yo ni mí. La lengua seguirá poniendo el mundo en palabras. En las conversaciones en torno a una mesa familiar seremos tan solo un nombre, cada vez más sin rostro, hasta desaparecer en la masa anónima de una generación remota.

Sí… Nos olvidarán. ¡Ese es nuestro sino, contra el que nada se puede!… ¡Lo que ahora nos parece serio, significativo, de gran importancia…, llegará el día en que lo olvidemos o se nos antoje poco importante!…

Tutto si cancellerà in un secondo. Il dizionario costruito termine dopo termine dalla culla all'ultimo giaciglio si estinguerà. Sarà il silenzio, e nessuna parola per dirlo. Dalla bocca aperta non uscirà nulla. Né io né me. La lingua continuerà a mettere il mondo in parole. Nelle conversazioni attorno a una tavolata in festa saremo soltanto un nome, sempre più senza volto, finché scompariremo nella massa anonima di una generazione lontana.

You never really know the true value of a moment, until it becomes a memory.

As you get older, you realize you're only the protagonist in your own story and a blip in someone else's life.

I made enough money to buy a house. That's crazy, but fame proved ephemeral.

One moment, one short moment - and forever sorrow.

Short is the joy that guilty pleasure brings.

Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

All I kept thinking about, over and over, was 'You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

It was the kind of voice that the ear follows up and down, as if each speech is an arrangement of notes that will never be played again.

At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion.

There was a kindliness about intoxication - there was that indescribable gloss and glamour it gave, like the memories of ephemeral and faded evenings.

Happiness, remarked Maury Noble one day, is only the first hour after the alleviation of some especially intense misery.

You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath