Quotes About Ephemeral

cree por unos momentos... estar dentro del pensamiento del viento, hasta que comprende que la mente del viento no podrá ser nunca suya ni de nadie

Y me sentí un transeúnte más que un día sería un transeúnte menos

when you die, your mind will be gone even faster than your body.

se aquilo que desaparece fosse destruído naquilo que não existe, todas as coisas teriam perecido, já que aquilo em que foram dissolvidas não existiria mais.

Fuck words, nothing spoken comprehends the defiantly ephemeral. I take my incompleteness with the rest, an exile in any language.

war is long, life is short.

passion is like sand. It disappears no matter how tightly one tries to hold on to it.

She told me the darkness was greedy and light was fleeting." "What does it mean?

I did not want to think so much about her. I wanted to take her as an unexpected, delightful gift, that had come and would go again — nothing more. I meant not to give room to the thought that it could ever be more. I knew too well that all love has the desire for eternity and that therein lies its eternal torment. Nothing lasts. Nothing.

Ephemeral emotions can be saved in the backyard of our memory. Beauty and poetry are stored in the mind and illuminate our thoughts. ( "Living life as a poem" )

His words are nothing more than mist and sunshine, impossible to hold down.

I am aware these little books don't last long even if they are a success.

I accept that one day, my music will be gone forever. So will the Sistine Chapel, Bruce Lee movies, and all the silly arts and crafts my aunt ever bought. Gone with the wind. Making songs is something I do here and now. Because light captured is just a moment, a flicker.

My heart sometimes feels like it will burst for them both. The love has a strange fleeting intangibility about it and seems always to disappear and be converted into the past even before I have properly grasped it.

The momentary sense of having traveled back in time.

You're asking me to be a flickering presence.

Fame is a fickle thing that only lasts as long as you can be out there offering yourself to the public. And as soon as you relax for five minutes, they're gone, you know, and they're following somebody else.

There'll probably be moments in my life where it seems that people will want to camp out on my doorstep, and moments when no one wants to hire me and couldn't be less interested. I've been around the circus, and it'll come and go.

So all the rest is O.K., but fame is a hollow ground, isn't it? It's an empty kind of thing.

Fame is short-lived, and you're the last to know when you are no longer hot.

A lot of designers become hot, attend every party, and then you don't hear about them again.

You get lucky and you capture that magic in that one moment. You're not going to get it again no matter how many times you do the song over and over and over.

Transience is one of the fundamental characteristics both of the human condition and of the political order.

Only death can cure the hip dilettante.