Quotes About Ephemeral

there's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses--bound for dust--mortal-- a small boy appeared beside them and, swinging a handful of banana peels, flung them valiantly in the direction of the potomac.

All the bright precious things fade so fast.

The cool bathed his eyes and slowed the flight of time-time, that had crept so insidiously through the lazy April afternoons, seemed so intangible in the long spring twilights.

Because desire just cheats you. It's like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it—but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you've got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone—

There's no beauty without poignancy and there's no poignancy without the feeling that it's going, men, names, books, houses—bound for dust—mortal—

But they made no sound, and what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

Such a kiss--it was a flower held against the face, never to be described, scarcely to be remembered; as though her beauty were giving off emanations of itself which settled transiently and already dissolving upon his heart.

She was a thin, a thin burning flame, colorless yet fresh. Her smile came first slowly, shy and bold, as if all the life of that little body had gathered for a moment around her mouth and the rest of her was a wisp that the least wind would blow away. She was a changeling whose lips were the only point of contact with reality.

Possibly it had occurred to him that the colossal significance of that light had now vanished forever.

Piensa en cuánto me quieres - había susurrado-. No te voy a pedir que me quieras siempre como ahora, pero sí te pido que lo recuerdes. Pase lo que pase, siempre quedará en mí algo de lo que soy esta noche

Softly the two names lingered on the air, died away more slowly than other words, other names, slower than music in the mind.

Solo son cenizas flotando

what I had almost remembered was uncommunicable forever.

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

Una frase trató de tomar forma en mi boca y mis labios se abrieron como los de un mudo, como si se les resistiera algo más que un asustado soplo de aire. Pero no emitieron ningún sonido, y lo que había estado a punto de recordar se convirtió en incomunicable para siempre.

A person lives for years, touches so many people, and then at the end winds up just a small picture and a few paragraphs in the paper, the paper gets thrown away, and it's all over.

The world of dew is, yes, a world of dew, but even so

No hay mayor fatuidad que creerse inmortal en la memoria frágil de los hombres. Gloria al olvido, que siempre triunfa.

XIII Lightly, lightly, very lightly A very light wind passes, And it goes away just as lightly, And I don't know what I'm thinking, Nor do I wish to know.

Queen, goodbye forever! Your wings were sunbeams, and my feet are clay I'll never be well if I don't get to bed I never was well unless I was stretched out across the universe.

Every gesture is a dead dream.

Que importa àquele que já nada importa Que o um perca e outro vença, Se a aurora raia sempre, Se cada ano com a primavera Aparecem as folhas E com o outono cessam?

O que me dói não é O que há no coração Mas essas coisas lindas Que nunca existirão… São as formas sem forma Que passam sem que a dor As possa conhecer Ou as sonhar o amor. São como se a tristeza Fosse árvore e uma a uma, Caíssem suas folhas Entre o vestígio e a bruma

And what a refreshing and happy horror that there was nobody there! Not even we, who walked there, were there… For we were nobody. We were nothing at all… We had no life for Death to have to kill. We were so tenuous and slight that the wind's passing left us prostrate, and time's passage caressed us like a breeze grazing the top of a palm.