Quotes About Ephemeral

What an ephemeral thing human will is, to be manipulated by a couple of drops of hormones!

The bridge was geologically ancient, an impassive observer, surrounded by life that was fleeting in comparison: trees that would only survive hundreds of years, tourists who would only live decades, insects that would thrive only for weeks.

eventually, everything goes away.

Butterflies... not quite birds, as they were not quite flowers, mysterious and fascinating as are all indeterminate creatures

She knew that pleasure, to be pleasure, must come to an end.

Both of them laughed until they had tears in their eyes, and even then they kept on laughing. But Mary thought: Not one thing lasts forever; still, may Angelina have this moment for the rest of her life.

My point is, if we are lucky we bounce into someone. But we always bounce away again, at least a little.

Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

If you have experienced an evening more exciting than any in your life, you're sad to see it end; and yet you still feel grateful that it happened.

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?

the world of being is like this gravel: you think you own a car, a house, this blue-zigzagged shirt, but you just borrow these things. Yesterday, you constructed an aqueduct of dreams and stood at Gibraltar, but you possess nothing.

But, then, the truest perceptions of life, for me at least, have always proved to be the most elusive and the most shortlived

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

Living only for the moment, turning our full attention to the pleasures of the moon, the snow, the cherry blossoms and the maples, singing songs, drinking wine and diverting ourselves in just floating, floating; caring not a whit for the poverty staring us in the face, refusing to be disheartened, like a gourd floating along with the river current: this is what we call ukiyo.

A flower gives joy only for a day. Witnessing it bloom into one is magic.

Life's like a butterfly. One moment, it's there, fluttering about. The next, it's gone, no trace in sight.

Opinions are the cheapest commodities in the world.

Who then to frail mortality shall trust But limns the water, or but writes in dust.

The real problem with happiness is neither its pursuers nor their books; it's happiness itself. Happiness is like beauty: part of its glory lies in its transience.

There is real value in sharing moments that don't live forever.

One should approach life with a realisation that nothing is permanent.

I think fame is hard in any capacity. It's so fleeting; it's not anything that you can really grab.

There is no greater gift than time.

On that night I was left with only the truth that nothing of our personality survives after death, that in the end all that was Misha Vainberg would evaporate along with the styles and delusions of his epoch, leaving behind not one flutter of his sad heavy brilliance, not one damp spot around which his successors could congregate to appreciate his life and times.