#ephemeral

Life is mysterious as well as vulgar. ↗

— Roberto Bolaño

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

I like the ephemeral thing about theatre, every performance is like a ghost - it's there and then it's gone. ↗

— Maggie Smith

#ephemeral #every #ghost #gone #i

Since 1970, relationships can be more volatile, jobs more ephemeral, geographical mobility more intensified, stability of marriage weaker. ↗

— Mary Douglas

#geographical #intensified #jobs #marriage #mobility

Today is an ephemeral ghost... A strange amazing day that comes only once every four years. For the rest of the time it does not "exist." In mundane terms, it marks a "leap" in time, when the calendar is adjusted to make up for extra seconds accumulated over the preceding three years due to the rotation of the earth. A day of temporal tune up! But this day holds another secret—it contains one of those truly rare moments of delightful transience and light uncertainty that only exist on the razor edge of things, along a buzzing plane of quantum probability... A day of unlocked potential. Will you or won't you? Should you or shouldn't you? Use this day to do something daring, extraordinary and unlike yourself. Take a chance and shape a different pattern in your personal cloud of probability! ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#chance #days #ephemeral #february- #inspirational

Theater is so ephemeral, and I love that. ↗

— John Malkovich

#i #i love #love #theater

What I'm trying to do now in my life - not just with the building, but with everything - is to construct things that will have enduring qualities, and won't just be ephemeral flashes in the pan. ↗

— Sylvester Stallone

#construct #enduring #ephemeral #everything #flashes

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

On the banks of the Euphrates find a secret garden cunningly walled. There is an entrance, but the entrance is guarded. There is no way in for you. Inside you will find every plant that grows growing circular-wise like a target. Close to the heart is a sundial and at the heart an orange tree. This fruit has tripped up athletes while others have healed their wounds. All true quests end in this garden, where the split fruit pours forth blood and the halved fruit is a full bowl for travelers and pilgrims. To eat of the fruits means to leave the garden because the fruit speaks of other things, other longings. So at dusk you leave the place you love, not knowing if you can ever return, knowing you can never return by the same way as this. It may be, some other day, that you will open the gate by chance, and find yourself again on the other side of the wall. ↗

— Jeanette Winterson

#purpose #love

True nostalgia is an ephemeral composition of disjointed memories. ↗

— Florence King

#disjointed #ephemeral #memories #nostalgia #true

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