Quotes About Ephemeral

I tend to be rather inconsequential and trail off.

My thoughts are like butterflies. They are beautiful, but they fly away.

The measure of a work of art is how much art it has in it, not how much 'relevance'. Relevant to whom? Relevant to what? Nothing is more ephemeral than a hot topic.

Roads go on While we forget, and are Forgotten like a star That shoots and is gone.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

I come and go. An edible saint. But if you feast on me you will be hungry.

You can't get sentimental about houses. Or bodies. They're just, I don't know, the Tupperware of the soul.

But it is not that easy, is it? I seek a lasting relationship, something permanent in a world of change, in which all is transitory, ephemeral, and full of pain.

Recuerda que estamos aquí, ahora, juntos, me dijo, lo demás es un telón de fondo y cambiará

Quanto a mim, várias vezes ao dia me acontece de gostar de alguém. Você não? Durante pouco tempo, depois passa.

As for the minor characters, it seemed natural for each of them to have his good or bad moment in the life of the protagonists and then slip into the background, just as when we think back on our existence and, of the many people who entered the flow of our lives, remember almost nothing.

here is Vesuvius which reminds you every day that the greatest undertaking of powerful men, the most splendid work, can be reduced to nothing in a few seconds by the fire, and the earthquake, and the ash, and the sea.

words rarely go to the right place, and if they do, it's only for a very brief time.

What a beautiful girl you are," he said, with a kind of ache or awe in his voice, that made me think about how someday I would be old or dead or both, and the transience of all things, of the car, the moonlight, the volcanic rock that was eroding and the stars that were shooting by, made the world seem at once more important and less important, until finally the concept of "important" itself faded away like an expiring firework that glittered against the sky.

Seneca has a wealth of such reminders: 'Everything is dangerous and deceptive and more changeable than the weather; everything tumbles about and passes at fortune's behest into its opposite; and in all this tumult of human affairs there is nothing we can be sure of except death alone.' Since there is 'no way to know the point where death lies waiting for you, … you must wait for death at every point'.

When I say to the moment flying...linger a while-thou art so fair" - Faust

Cuando le digo al momento fugaz ... permanece por un tiempo, eres tan precioso.

The flower that you hold in your hands was born today and already it is as old as you are.

My truths do not last long in me. Not as long as those that are not mine.

He was beginning to feel his head swim a bit. It all came to this, a glance, a word, a face … everyone he knew was, most of the time, merely a recollection. Then a thought fell on him. Ghosts. Maybe we're all ghosts anyway, just as soon as the moment's passed.

I'm really not sure if others fail to perceive me or if, one fraction of a second after my face interferes with their horizon, a millionth of second after they have cast their gaze on me, they already begin to wash me from their memory: forgotten before arriving at the scant, sad archangel of a remembrance.

Death comes for us. You may get ten minutes on this earth or you may get eighty years but nobody gets out alive.

Mankind, fleet of life, like tree leaves, weak creatures of clay, unsubstantial as shadows, wingless, ephemeral, wretched, mortal and dreamlike.

Remember that time slurs over everything, let all deeds fade, blurs all writings and kills all memories. Exempt are only those which dig into the hearts of men by love.