Quotes About Ephemeral

Consider pleasures as they depart, not as they come.

You never conquer a mountain. You stand on the summit a few brief minutes and then the wind blows away your footprints

Remembering that life won't last forever makes us enjoy it all the more today.

If you're looking for a quick hit, that means you're looking for something disposable.

People will forget me pretty quick.

So much of what we do is ephemeral and quickly forgotten, even by ourselves, so it's gratifying to have something you have done linger in people's memories.

How quickly passes away the glory of this world.

I love magazines because they're so dispensable, and they're so quickly consumed. In that way, they're quite honest. They're unashamed about how small an amount of time they're trying to keep our attention.

No matter what I've published - and you can look it up, I've published quite a lot in science, quite a few books too - none of it's very important. All will be forgotten and in a few years time will be a few comments in eight-point type in footnotes at the bottom of the page somewhere.

I figure I basically am a ghost. I think we all are.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

We all enjoy the band and what we're doing, but we know this isn't gonna last forever.

Good things only can last so long.

You never realize that good things are going to be over some day.

My philosophy about life is that we may not be in it for a long time, but we're in it for a good time.

Non poteva essere altrimenti. Il mondo non aveva consistenza, poiché era formato della cenere di astri bruciati.

Every hour is another syllable in your epitaph.

p5 - It is matter for wonder: the moment that is here and gone, that was nothing before and nothing after, returns like a specter to trouble the quiet of a later moment...the beast(animals)...forgets at once and sees every moment really die, sink into night and mist, extinguished forever. The beast lives unhistorically...

And to me also, who appreciate life, the butterflies, and soap-bubbles, and whatever is like them amongst us, seem most to enjoy happiness.

The beast lives unhistorically; for it 'goes into' the present, like a number, without leaving any curious remainder.

Men after death are understood worse than men of the moment, but heard better.

We are but whirlpools in a river of ever-flowing water," he wrote. "We are not stuff that abides, but patterns that perpetuate themselves.

She had that rare virtue of never existing completely except for that opportune moment

The past was a lie, memory has no return, every spring gone by could never be recovered, and the wildest and most tenacious love is an ephemeral truth in the end