Quotes About Ephemeral

Life's but a day at most.

The shelf life of a movie actor or actress is so short, it's like milk.

Nothing is so fickle and uncertain as popularity. It is here today and gone tomorrow. It is a sandy foundation, and sure to fail those who build upon it.

fear life but don't die, your alone, everybody's alone, oh Cody Pomeray you can't win you can't lose all is ephemeral all is hurt

When you see how fragile and delicate life can be, all else fades into the background.

For the duration of its collective life, or the time during which its identity may be assumed, each class resembles a hotel or an omnibus, always full, but always of different people.

In life, and in sports, we all know that nothing lasts forever.

It is a common saying, and in everybody's mouth, that life is but a sojourn.

Say no to an ephemeral, superficial and throwaway culture, a culture that assumes that you are incapable of taking on responsibility and facing the great challenges of life!

And I think a painting has such a limited life anyway

... nothing lasts long. We all come to life and gather allies and build empires and die, all in a single moment - maybe a single pulse of some giant processor somewhere.

Now seen...now gone, The butterfly flits in and out Through fence-hung flowers; But a life lived so close to them I envy...though it's here and gone.

These papers of the day have uses more adequate to the purposes of common life than more pompous and durable volumes.

Life is a message scribbled in the dark.

I think life is so difficult to catch, it's so furtive, that a copy, a film, can in no way catch it and represent it.

Just as you commit to this life when it commits to leaving you.

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?

High fashion has the shelf life of potato salad. And when past its prime, it is similarly deadly.

One year to me is just a small section of life. For most humans, one year is a long time and so much happens. But for the universe, it's very temporary.

Life is short, death is forever

For one thing we may be grateful: this life is not eternal.

These are but dreaming men. Breathe, and they fade.

Glory cracked like a flea.

Helen says it alone endures while men and houses perish, and that in the end the world will be a desert of chairs and sofas--just imagine it!--rolling through infinity with no one to sit upon them