Quotes About Ephemeral

To be forgotten, is to die a little.

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

Fame, I mean, it's like a bubble, in a way. It's like something glittery, and it goes, and it can be forgotten fast.

Some very beautiful things get lost and forgotten. Just as I got lost.

As for success, I don't care for it. It is a fragile thing.

Music is fragile: people die, and it's forgotten.

Life is so fragile.

Some people think fashion is frivolous but it's not... it's just that some ideas come and go quickly, and that's the nature of the language of fashion.

It is a bit frustrating. Things come and go in television. At the moment they've gone.

There are some people who don't want to deal with the fact that we are not forever. Some people decide to live life to the fullest.

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates.

Where are the snows of yesteryear?

No one will remember you.

My breath clouded the air like a little ghost escaping from my body.

There was a collage of dead butterflies on the wall.

The world's delight is a brief dream.

Their lips brushed like young wild flowers in the wind.

In all of my universe I have seen no law of nature, unchanging and inexorable. This universe presents only changing relationships which are somtimes seen as laws by short-lived awareness. These fleshy sensoria which we call self are ephemera withering in the blaze of infinity, fleetingly aware of temporary conditions which confine our activities and change as our activities change. If you must label the absolute, use its proper name: Temporary.

Greatness is a transitory experience. It is never consistent.

Flesh that had cried in ecstasy, eyes that had burned him with their desire, the voice that had charmed him because it played no tricks of subtle control—all gone, back into the water and the sand.

I wanted only to disappear like a jewel of trace dew caught by the morning.

In all of my universe I have seen no law of nature, unchanging and inexorable. This universe presents only changing relationships which are sometimes seen as laws by short-lived awareness. These fleshly sensoria which we call self are ephemera withering in the blaze of infinity, fleetingly aware of temporary conditions which confine our activities and change as our activities change. If you must label the absolute, use it's proper name: Temporary.

Greatness is a transitory experience.

He began to realize that there might be a certain fastidious courtesy in dying without a trace - no remains, nothing, and an entire planet for a tomb.