Quotes About Ephemeral

All I've ever ended up with in terms of achievements is the movie, some really stupid anecdotes, a bunch of crosswords that I didn't finish and maybe some old bicycle that I found lying around on set.

Acting is a general thing; it's not like being a primary artist like a painter or writer which stands the test of time. I don't think acting stands the test of time, but it can capture the mood of the moment, which is in itself very exciting, but it rarely lasts.

When you know that something is dying inside you, you learn not to put much trust in the random vitalities of the fleeting moment.

Many ideas are good for a limited time -- not forever.

This is freedom,' said the instructress, 'it's something very wintry, and cannot be borne for long. One must always keep moving, as we are doing here, one must dance in freedom. It is cold and beautiful. Never fall in love with it. That would only make you sad afterwards, for one can only be in the realm of freedom for a moment, no longer. Look how the wonderful track we are floating on is slowly melting away. Now you can watch freedom dying, if you open your eyes…

impermanence.

El olvido era la muerte postrera y definitiva de las cosas y la gente.

Nothing lasts, the purely loving gestures of children tumble into the void.

An unforgettable love, and brief. Like a hurricane? No, a love as brief as the sigh of a guillotined head, brief like beauty, absolute beauty

brevedad de la vida, en lo insondable que resulta el destino de los hombres, en la futilidad de los empeños mundanos.

Así pasa la gloria del mundo, me dijo Quim desde el otro extremo de la mesa.

Ich las, aber die Worte zogen vorüber wie unbegreifliche Käfer.

I'm mercurial, sometimes I want greatness, sometimes just its shadow.

Not prepared to recognize where, when, or what he is living, the Australian consciously and subconsciously directs his artificial environment to be uncommitted, tentative, temporary, a nondescript economic-functionalist background on which he can hang the features which for the moment appeal to his wandering, restless eye.

Humans lived and died in a ridiculously short amount of time. Perhaps that was why they made so much noise when they were alive. Perhaps it was the only way they could convince one another of their significance.

You speak of passing time as in the Mountains we speak of passing wind. As if it were a thing to be gotten rid of.

Civilization is a transient sickness.

Every passing moment is the passing of life; every moment of life is life itself.

nothing in the world is permanent. The only permanent thing is impermanence.

It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away. And that this was a truth of life, not an illusion in the grieving mind of a child. Everything that is hard and heavy in your world is made up of billions of molecules in constant motion offering the illusion of permanence. But it all tends toward breaking down and falling away. Some things just go more quickly, more surprisingly, than others.

And how the connections between them were as terribly fragile as they were indelible.

Good-bye, good-bye,' muttered Gwystyl. 'I hate to see you waste your time, not to mention your lives. But that's the way of it, I suppose. Here today, gone tomorrow, and what's anyone to do about it? Good-bye. I hope we meet again. But not soon. Good-bye.

They came as quietly as rain, and went away like mists drifting. There were jests about them and songs. And the songs outlasted the jests. At last they became a legend, which haunted those farms for ever: they were spoken of when men told of hopeless quests, and held up to laughter or glory, whichever men had to give. And

They were like some popular cry, some vehement fancy, that comes down on a page of history for a day, and passes, leaving no other record at all except those lines on one page. And