#ephemeral

And we all nodded at him: the man of finance, the man of accounts, the man of law, we all nodded at him over the polished table that like a still sheet of brown water reflected our faces, lined, wrinkled; our faces marked by toil, by deceptions, by success, by love; our weary eyes looking still, looking always, looking anxiously for something out of life, that while it is expected is already gone – has passed unseen, in a sigh, in a flash – together with the youth, with the strength, with the romance of illusions. ↗

— Joseph Conrad

#love

No matter how ephemeral it is, a novel is something, while despair is nothing. ↗

— Mario Vargas Llosa

#ephemeral #how #matter #nothing #novel

Acting is ephemeral. You can't hang it on a wall. You can't throw it off. And you can't bring it out of a closet. It's there one night and it's gone the next, at least with stage acting anyhow. ↗

— Charles Durning

#anyhow #bring #closet #ephemeral #gone

Film is an illusion. Fame is ephemeral. Faith and family are what endure. ↗

— Emilio Estevez

#ephemeral #faith #fame #family #film

Once music ceases to be ephemeral - always disappearing - and becomes instead material... it leaves the condition of traditional music and enters the condition of painting. It becomes a painting, existing as material in space, not immaterial in time. ↗

— Brian Eno

#becomes #ceases #condition #disappearing #enters

Playwrights have texts, composers have scores, painters and sculptors have the residue of those activities, and dance is traditionally an ephemeral, effervescent, here-today-gone-tomorrow kind of thing. ↗

— Twyla Tharp

#composers #dance #ephemeral #kind #painters

People still don't appreciate how ephemeral success is. ↗

— Nate Silver

#ephemeral #how #people #still #success

Fashion is ephemeral, dangerous and unfair. ↗

— Karl Lagerfeld

#chanel #creativity #dangerous #ephemeral #fashion-designer

Life is mysterious as well as vulgar. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

#efimero #ephemeral #life #llamadas-telefonicas #meaning

Ephemerals: That's what Hub called them; flowers that bloomed and died in a matter of weeks, before the trees leafed out and shaded them. She liked the way the word sounded in her head. I am an ephemeral. It made her feel like something passing and precious. ↗

— Pamela Todd

#ephemerality #flowers #precious #spring #faith