Quotes About Ephemeral

Después morirá el planeta giratorio en que todo esto ocurrió.

Whoever lives like me doesn't die: he terminates, wilts, devegetates. The place where he was remains without him being there; the street where he walked remains without him being seen on it; the house where he lived is inhabited by not-him. That's all, and we call it nothing;

I shall die as I have lived, surrounded by bric-a-brac, sold by weight among the postscripts added to lost things.

Olá, guardador de rebanhos, Aí à beira da estrada, Que te diz o vento que passa?"   "Que é vento, e que passa, E que já passou antes, E que passará depois. E

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.

The things we achieve, whether empires or sentences, have (because they've been achieved) that fatal defect of real things: the fact they're perishable.

Patsai gyvenimas yra mirimas, nes n?ra n? dienos, kuri jo nedaryt? viena diena trumpesnio.

Who knows for what supreme forces – gods or demons of Truth in whose shadow we roam – I may be nothing but a shiny fly that alights in front of them for a moment or two? A facile hypothesis? Trite observation? Philosophy with no real thought? Maybe. But I didn't think: I felt. It was carnally, directly, with profound and dark horror that I made this ludicrous comparison.

Neste momento vem-me uma vaga saudade E um vago desejo plácido Que aparece e desaparece.   Também às vezes, à flor dos ribeiros, Formam-se bolhas na água Que nascem e se desmancham E não têm sentido nenhum Salvo serem bolhas de água Que nascem e se desmancham.

The everyday external things of the one who died

Benditos sean los instantes y los milímetros y las sombras de las cosas pequeñas, aún más humildes que ellas!.

I like things that are just about to go. Everything's leaving. Death is never far away from me. When you make something, death can't help but be in it.

Live fast, die old, and make very sure everyone knows you were there.

The rock biz is the low end of the creative world. Faces come and go so fast.

There is a certain amount of commerce in the film industry in as much as you have value, and for a moment, your value goes up, then it all disappears again.

Not all films are going to go down in history.

There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an after-dinner hour with a cigar; easy, pleasant, empty, perhaps enlivened by some fable of strife to be forgotten - before the end is told - even if there happens to be any end to it.

In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.

I never understood why when you died, you didn't just vanish, everything could just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn't be there. I always thought I'd like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I'd like it to say 'figment.'

I am a temporary amusement.

There is much to life than fame and fortune. If you are a part of the entertainment industry, please remember it is all temporary.

I have realised that we are running after things that are so temporary and fleeting - be it fame or money or anything like that.

Crowd work has this feeling of being very temporary and of the moment, and I think that's why it sometimes gets a bad rap or a stigma.

We live in an age where everything is based on the short term.