Quotes About Ephemeral

If you want to know how fast the time is, here is the answer: Tomorrow is already a history!

El hombre es un museo de enfermedades, una residencia de impurezas; llega hoy y mañana ha desaparecido; empieza como barro y acaba como hedor (...)

On one hand transcendent and lasting and on the other violent and extremely flammable.

It looks like its impossible to leave a lasting trace here.

Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.

She laughed and he felt her breath, and he thought about that warmness, how people were warm like that, from inside to out; how it could hit you and disappear, then back again, and nothing was ever permanent--

It's funny, don't you think, how time seems to do a lot of things? It flies, it tells, and worst of all, it runs out.

There was rain like a ghost you could walk through. Almost dry when it hit the ground.

sometimes I think that maybe we're not really people at all. Maybe moments are what we are. Moments of weakness, of strength. Moments of rescue, of everything.

HERE IS A SMALL FACT You are going to die. The question is, what color will everything be at that moment when I come for you? People observe the colors of a day only at its beginnings and ends, but to me it's quite clear that a day merges through a multitude of shades and intonations, with each passing moment. A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spat blues. Murky darknesses.

Ho lasciato le mie impronte sul mondo, per quanto piccole.

How strange it is, sometimes, which conversations or events stays with us while so much else melts as fast as April snow.

The wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.

Man dies constantly until the moment of his demise.

Some hominid species may persist for more than a million years, but not forever, and the same will probably be true of us. We are not part of an ongoing and unique surge towards human progress; we are finite components of a natural world that is changing and ephemeral.

The moment of victory is too short to live for that alone.

No hay ningún estado que podamos alcanzar y mantener eternamente. Por desgracia

agora sei que o nosso mundo não e mais permanente do que uma onda a erguer-se no oceano. E quaisquer que sejam as nossas lutas e triunfos, como quer que os possamos sofrer, muito rapidamente se dissolvem todos numa aguada, como tinta de pintar no papel

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.

Zar život nije ništa drugo do oluja koja stalno odnosi ono što je još samo trenutak ranije bilo tu i ostavlja za sobom tek nešto ogoljelo i neprepoznatljivo?

But 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.

Kakve god bile naše muke i naše pobede, kako god ih mi propratili, sve one vrlo brzo izblede, kao mastilo na papiru.

Jetzt aber weiss ich, dass unsere Welt nich bestaendiger ist als eine Woge im Ozean. All unsere Muehen und Triumphe, wie wir sie auch erleben, zerlaufen zu einem Wasserfleck. Genau wie waessrige Tusche auf Papier.

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before