Quotes About Ephemeral

Our reality is narrow, confined, and fleeting. Whatever we think is important right now, in our mundane lives, will no longer be important against a grander sense of time and space.

But meanwhile time flies; it flies never to be regained.

Good times don't last long sometimes.

Sound is ephemeral, fleeting, but some sort of a physical manifestation can help you hold on to it longer in time. I'm sure of this; I've always thought the sound that you make is just the tip of the iceberg, like the person that you see physically is just the tip of the iceberg as well.

Fortune pays you sometimes for the intensity of her favors by the shortness of their duration. She soon tires of carrying any one long on her shoulders.

Sooner or later, all magazines end up in the toilet.

How quickly the world plows us under, she thought with a pang. For two generations, maybe three, we lived on. After that, we're nothing more than a name, or—her eye fell on one of Great-Aunt Minerva's chairs standing like a sentry against the wall—a part of the furniture.

most art mistakes itself for the universal when it is momentary

the only thing that's permanent is destruction we're all going to disappear trying to leave a mark more permanent that myself.

Inner beauty can fade, too.

On the page, these might look like the stones of a ruin, strewn by time and weather, but I was here.

If you insist that people witness your beauty, they'll watch it closely until it's gone.

Religion appears in this book as it does in my other work on religion, media, and consumption—not as a solid, circumscribed, institutional, organized entity but more as (to borrow a phrase from author Anne Lamott) "the water at the edge of things.

Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.

There's a word in Japanese for being sad in the springtime – a whole word for just being sad – about how pretty the flowers are and how soon they're going to die." — Sarah Ruhl

The gloss would fade in about five minutes as the surface dried; but everything faded. The vital thing was to make the most of the moments of brightness.

I guess they're called moments because they don't last very long.

Unexpected intrusions of beauty. This is what life is.

Yet all of his memories were fading like old photographs.

O Lord, make me know my end and what is the measure of my days; let me know how fleeting I am!

Those swirls in the cream mixing into the coffee? That's us. Ephemeral patterns of complexity, riding a wave of increasing entropy from simple beginnings to a simple end. We should enjoy the ride.

Everybody dies. Life is not a substance, like water or rock; it's a process, like fire or a wave crashing on the shore. It's a process that begins, lasts for a while, and ultimately ends. Long or short, our moments are brief against the expanse of eternity.

Time is a currency you can only spend once.

Anything we have, we are only borrowing. Anything. Any time.