Quotes About Ephemeral

Extraño: que cuando una luz se apaga, inmediatamente después es como si nunca hubiera existido. La oscuridad lo llena todo de nuevo, por completo.

Because it was silver foil and not a living rose, it could never rot and die.

Remember this, Precious Child … nothing matters but the moment. There might be no tomorrow and even if there is, nobody gives a damn.

A poem is a meteor.

Poetry is a finikin thing of air That lives uncertainly and not for long Yet radiantly beyond much lustier blurs.

In ghostlier demarcations, keener sounds.

Well, ultimately nothing lasts. Everything is temporal, but some things last longer than others.

Like the dew on the mountain,Like the foam on the river,Like the bubble on the fountain,Thou art gone, and forever!

One crowded hour of glorious life is worth an age without a name

Everything we have is not ours. And it will be inherited by another for a short time."

The years tumble past you like bits of paper on the street and you may not even feel the breeze at your back but then something catches your eye, a twist of black hair or a dog leaping to catch a tennis ball. The splintered chorus of a stupid pop song. You turn around and another chunk of your life drifts by like unrecognized trash and it was never yours to begin with.

Amintirea e un lucru ciudat. Nu vine ?i pleac? pur ?i simplu când vrea ea, ci po?i s-o aprinzi ?i apoi s-o stingi ca pe un vreasc de foc.

The great alchemist and Taoist sage Lu Tung-pin wrote: Although the span of human life is finite, the spirit is infinite. If we view the universe in terms of our human life span, then our lives seem as brief and fleeting as those of flies. But if we look at the universe in terms of our spirits, then the universe appears as finite as the life of a fly.

Jessup'n me run across each other by total accident out at the trout place by Rockbridge, and he got me to laughin' so happy things rekindled for a day or two, then he was gone again.

Worldly renown is naught but a breath of wind, which now comes this way and now comes that, and changes name because it changes quarter.

Ye who have passed Death's haggard hills; and ye Whom trees that knew your sires shall cease to know And still stand silent:--is it all a show,-- A wisp that laughs upon the wall?

In fact, Drew herself had felt shaken, at the reality of those pictures, at their silent reminder - that the people we are closest to can disappear like that, even the people most rooted in our lives, the ones we think of as constant. They too, like Drew herself, would at some point exist merely in images - photographs, recollections.

Sometimes you can only have something you like for a short time, and after that you just have to be happy to have had it when you did, and enjoy the memory of it.

No one is anything more than a cloud that vanishes, and the best anyone could hope for was not to be the last.

Life is anything that dies when you stomp on it.

Once a year, she remembers that she is insignificant. Then she forgets agains, because more than she is insignificant, she is forgetful.

speech is such an ephemeral thing - it's gone in a puff of warm air, which is all it is in a material sense

They are such thin things, these lives of ours; cheap got, cheap lost, mere flickers against the ever dark, brief shadows on a wall. This life no more substantial than breath, a light which fills the chambers of our bodies, and is gone.

And after that the dream faded,