Quotes About Ephemeral

Ese espacio que uno ocupa, siquiera por un breve periodo, y aunque antes o después todos los personajes deban desaparecer en los confines del tiempo, resplandece como algo sumamente valioso.

L'unica cosa di cui ho paura è il passare del tempo, il ramo del salice accarezzato dal sole che un attimo dopo è scosso da un tifone, il ciliegio in fiore che perde tutti i suoi petali.

This world of ours is piled high with farewells and goodbyes of so many different kinds, like the evening sky renewing itself again and again from one instant to the next-and I didn't want to forget a single one.

The diamond cannot love the flower, for the flower lives only a day, then fades and dies. You are a diamond now." " The flower dies," Jenny said softly, "having lived. The diamond will never do either.

The fire dies, the candle is eaten by its weak fluttering flame.

The legends on the tombstones are eventually worn away as the stone is eroded by rain and wind and centuries. Better to slip away quietly after having lived as fully as one can, doing the very best one can with the gifts one has been given.

É revigorante ser lembrado, de vez em quando, de que, no mundo, não somos mais que partículas que podem ser varridas com a maior facilidade.

Time commences with mutable things; if they perish, it perishes with them.

Fairies don't live long, but they are so little that a short time seems a good while to them.

My moments are numbered; and if I would expose him with my dying sigh, I must not sentimentalize over my own decay.

The pleasure which vanishes vanishes for good, there is no substitute for it. Other pleasures come, which replace nothing. No progress in pleasures, nothing but mutations.

Modernity is the transitory, fugitive, contingent, is but one half of art, of which the other half is the eternal and immutable.

Soon we will plunge into the cold darkness; Farewell, vivid brightness of our too-short summers!

But there are also those who are in the category that I hope stories like La Boheme can help with, and they say, "It was beautiful, it was extraordinary, it was exquisite, it was naïve, and it was perfect. But it could only be for a certain amount of time.

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green Towering over your head Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes And she's gone

His style was the exact opposite of his technical work; his line was loose, economical, free. And he wanted to capture what he couldn't keep, the fleeting, the transient.

I love how the reality of fashion is all about something for that moment and then the extremity of dismissal.

Of present fame think little, and of future less; the praises that we receive after we are buried, like the flowers that are strewed over our grave, may be gratifying to the living, but they are nothing to the dead.

When you record, you live with what you recorded for many many years, but when you play it's just an hour and a half and then once it's over it's over.

Nothing is guaranteed to last, so you should just enjoy it as it happens.

But I am not going to live for ever. And the more I know it, the more amazed I am by being here at all.

Everybody gets caught up in everything, but at the end of the day we're all just here for a short time, so we may as well enjoy it.

What is time, but the airy ocean in which ghosts come and go!

How could you make appeal to the future when not a trace of you, not even an anonymous word scribbled on a piece of paper, could physically survive?