Quotes About Ephemeral

Sekarang aku tahu bahwa dunia kita sama tidak permanennya dengan ombak yang timbul di lautan. Apapun perjuangan dan kemenangan kita, betapapun kita menderita karenanya, segera saja semuanya akan merembes menyatu, seperti tinta yang tumpah ke kertas.

Oare viaÈ›a nu era decât o furtun? care È™tergea urmele a ceea ce fusese o clip? mai înainte, l?sând în urm? un pustiu de nerecunoscut?

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. Arthur

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.

Pero ahora sé que nuestro mundo no es nunca más permanente que una ola que se eleva sobre el océano. Cualesquiera que sean nuestras luchas y nuestras victorias, comoquiera que las padezcamos, enseguida desaparecen en la corriente, como la tinta acuosa sobre el papel.

Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

I am still feeling kinda temporary about myself

How very paltry and limited the normal human intellect is, and how little lucidity there is in the human consciousness, may be judged from the fact that, despite the ephemeral brevity of human life, the uncertainty of our existence and the countless enigmas which press upon us from all sides, everyone does not continually and ceaselessly philosophize, but that only the rarest of exceptions do.

And then, it is all one whether he has been happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.

A vida é como uma bola de sabão, que conservamos e sopramos tanto quanto for possível, porém com a firme certeza de que ela irá estourar.

I really worry about these political people that have no personal life. If there's nothing that's lovely, and if there's nothing that's just ephemeral, that you can just lie on the floor and bust a gut laughing at, then what's the point?

Like an old man with rheumy eyes watching children play, seeing only transience in their shrill elation and their wholehearted commitment to life.

Like socks in a dryer, it had vanished into the ether.

In their wake the bite of incense lingered in the sultry air.

Then, in far less time than it takes to tell - - The blip is gone - - But the wonderment begins - -

Life is a groundless ground: no sooner does it appear, than it disappears, only to renew itself, then immediately break up and vanish again. It pours forth endlessly, like the river of Heraclitus into which one cannot step twice. If you try to grasp it, it slips away between your fingers.

To embrace the contingency of one's life is to embrace one's fate as an ephemeral but sentient being. As Nietzsche claimed, one can come to love that fate. But to do so one must first embrace it, though one instinctively recoils at such a prospect.

death was a termination, an end of existence, and those who had gone were as meaningless as evaporated dew, their very identities lost after a generation.

A flower of light pointlessly beautiful.

Lucky hard-ons are bio-degradable, I thought, because I was throwing a lot them away.

I cannot help vanishing and disappearing and dissolving. It is my foremost trait.

The moment when flowers and fruits are at their fullest and ripest is the moment that precedes their fall, their decay, their rot, their death.

Know this: we are a long time dead. Life may be short, but it is sweet."53

Each moment, the world washes its hands of you, starts all over again. Easy as that. Wonderful as that.