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I'm permanent you can't erase me
Being temporary doesn't make something matter any less, because the point isn't for how long, the point is that it happened.
Instantaneity is photography.
And these things that keep alive on departure know that you praise them; transient, they look to us, the most transient, to be their rescue. They want us to change them completely, in our invisible hearts, into
O endlessly
us! Whoever, finally, we may be.
There are no permanent things, only fleeting moments of warmth and companionship, precious stationary seconds in a flicker of troubled days. The
There swift return Diurnal, merely to officiate light Round this opacous earth, this punctual spot.
Her mind was an hotel where facts came and went like transient lodgers, without leaving their address behind, and frequently without paying for their board.
Behind me the radiator goes on, giving yet another encore performance. Tink, tink, tink, tink.The warmth slowly comes up on my back. Hard worker, that heater. The bulb, on the other hand, is doing a flickering thing, showing some signs of fatigue. You're losing, bulb.
Idle and superfluous all day long, all at once they had become visible, needed, and
A gust of wind doesn't suddenly bang a door open. A clock doesn't chime. The phone doesn't ring. Yet in the next instant the stillness breaks as if it is crystal.
For a second
a second that lasts infinite seconds
he turns his face away from the wind to meet my eye. He smiles, he smiles without worrying about the gap in his teeth, he smiles in a way that I know: he is free.
a creature of impulse.
Everything is temporary if you give it enough time ...
Anxious for some permanency, I guess I needed to be reminded how temporal permanency is.
The reverberation often exceeds through silence the sound that sets it off; the reaction occasionally outdoes by way of repose the event that stimulated it; and the past not uncommonly takes a while to happen, and some long time to figure out.
Sometimes something catastrophic can occur in a split second that changes a person's life forever; other times one minor incident can lead to another and then another and another, eventually setting off just as big a change in a body's life.
Let's take the instant by the forward top;
For we are old, and on our quick'st decrees
The inaudible and noiseless foot of Time
Steals ere we can effect them.
Throughout much of our lives, our association with the temporary has risen. This transitory body, a sack of bones and flesh, is considered erroneously as our true body and we have accepted this temporary condition as conclusive.
Time it sparked a little glow in Cinder's silicon heart.
You are a cosmic traveler; your body is temporary, but its essence is eternal ...
like a small sandstorm that keeps changing
In the process of trying to steady my gait in a life that shook with
uncertainty, I learned to make peace with the present by unknowingly
breaking love lines to the past. Growing up in a landscape of
improvised dreams and abstract national longings, everything felt
temporary to me.
Hiresha felt something she struggled to describe. Power and possibility swirled within her, along with a a sense of gasping potential in each moment. When she could a find a name for it, tears beaded her eyes. I am awake.
Seismic change can happen over a lifetime, or in an instant.
at this distance
you're a mirage, a glossy image
fixed in the posture
of the last time I saw you.
Turn you over, there's a place
for the address. Wish you were
here.
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.
Some dry leaf blows into a campfire well-stoked and drawing well. What follows? That leaf catches at once, swiftly is consumed, a shadow withering briefly in the fierce light, and thereafter little remains, not cinder and ash so much as smudges of char.
English teacher: Sam, form a sentence using the word aftermath. Sam: 'I always feel sleepy after math class.' ***
In It's Only Temporary, Evan Handler confronts the ambiguities of life backward, forward, and in between. With hilarious honesty he reflects on the realization that we can start over again. It's Only Temporary is a heartfelt book for all of us who are getting younger and older at the same time.
A brief life burns brightly.
This is the sleep: being absent, being not present to the present moment, being somewhere else.
Everything isn't permanent, so don't pretend that it is. Everything's supposed to move and shift.
A snapshot steals life that it cannot return. A long exposure [creates] a form that never existed.
subjective disturbance
Tent for a day and a night. The tent shook and heaved, and voices
Ignisecond, n.: The overlapping moment of time when the hand is locking the car door even as the brain is saying, "my keys are in there!"
I' is merely one of the world's instantaneous spasms.
A job is a temporary need
Behind the transient reality, there is something else. It is a deeper, more permanent and unchanging reality that we Buddhists call nirvana.
Life is transient but memory is eternal.
Ephemeral should be the default.
Suddenly it was terribly quiet, as if the earth itself were too stunned to breathe. I know this sound; silence is part of music. But just because something is silent doesn't mean you aren't hearing it. Frankie
A single instant brings much to pass that no one dreams of.
A moment can be left inside the memory of time.
Short-term can be terminal.
How noiseless falls the foot of time!
I seem to be a brief light that flashes but once in all the aeons of time a rare, complicated, and all-too-delicate organism on the fringe of biological evolution , where the wave of life bursts into individual, sparkling, and multicolored drops that gleam for a moment ... only to vanish forever.
For a moment, all movement ceases and the scene is one of crystalline stillness, silent except for a slow, melodramatic heartbeat.
We slept, if one might call such a condition by so strong a name - for it was a sleep set with a hair-trigger.
The suspect had experienced a ballistic interlude earlier in the evening," Miss Pao said, "regrettably not filmed, and relieved himself of excess velocity by means of an ablative technique." (describing a young man who flew off a bicycle at high speed)
It's just a temporary thing.
I suck thoughtfully on the word "temporary". It could be my time with him is as temporary as hair dye, or an adrenaline rush. I decide I'll take either one.
A violent act pierces the atmosphere, leaving a hole through which the cold, damp draft of its memory blows forever.
when what she needed was something concrete, some small final memory to slip its hand in hers and accompany her - sightless now, stumbling - through this sudden desert of existence which stretched before her from the present moment until the end of life.
On top of lumpy tufts of valley grass. A semitruck roared by without pause; the Camaro rocked in its wake. On the other end of the phone, his roommate Ronan Lynch replied,
What was the nameless shadow which again in that one instant had passed?
Fixity is always momentary. But how can it always be so? If it were, it would not be momentary - or would not be fixity.
The music passed in an instant, as the first bars of sudden music always did, over the fantastic fabrics of his mind, dissolving them painlessly and noiselessly as a sudden wave dissolves the sandbuilt turrets of children.
She was but a transient impression, half forgotten.
A moment's beginning ends in a moment
Temporality temporalizes as a future which makes present in the process of having been.
A breath of sound across the landing, almost imperceptible, like a shadow moving against blackness; then nothing.
The fleeting moment became Whole.
At the moment you are no longer an observing, reflecting being; you have ceased to be aware of yourself; you exist only in that quiet, steady thrill that is so unlike any excitement that you have ever known.
A composition that we do not understand or like appears to expand in time as we experience it, yet vanishes almost immediately from memory.
As I'm standing up I hear the black van. I hear it before I see it; blended with the twilight, it appears out of its own sound like a solidification, a clotting of the night.
singular, familiar state of cognizance.
But there sometimes comes a moment, a small, silent white explosion of awareness.
Again from its brumal sleep
Everything around me goes suddenly silent, even the cicadas in the trees pausing in their incessant whirring, momentarily stunned into stillness. For a long moment I hear nothing at all, but stand frozen in a silent grey world.
Each drop hits the pavement;
A soft, incoherent shatter below.
Here I stand in torturous observance
Of this strange disappearing act.
The heat was so intense that my memory of it is not so much a sensation as a sound, a whine that rose to a dissonant keen with my head at its very center.
Every second is eternal
In the stream,
Rushing past
To the dusty world,
My fleeting form
Casts no reflection.
We'll have a part and it's clearing up, so you think something is going to happen and it totally stops and does something completely different and then the part you thought was going to happen comes out of completely nowhere.
Just as I was beginning my drift into unconsciousness, there was an explosion. Not a movie explosion but a small real-life explosion, like the ignition of an unhappy gas oven that holds a grudge against its owner.
My breathing begins to slow. The tension in my muscles starts to relax.
Then, a click in the headphones. A slow breath of air.
I open my eyes to bright moonlight.
And Hannah, with warmth.
Thank you.
A noise, and the past was chased away, dispersed into the shadows like smoke by the brighter, louder present.
I don't like anything permanent; I have to be able to flee. You have to be able to flee at a moment's notice.
That, which has not its alternation of rest, will not last long.
I see the awakening of consciousness as a series of spaced flashes, with the intervals between them gradually diminishing until bright blocks of perception are formed, affording memory and a slippery hold.
That which arises dependent on something is not in the least that thing, neither is it different from it. Therefore, it is neither permanent or nothing.
This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.
Thus shall ye think of all this fleeting world: As star at dawn, a bubble in a stream A flash of lightning in a summer cloud A flickering lamp, a phantom, and a dream
The storm may be tempestuous, but it is only temporary.
He felt for a moment uncreated. Another kind of awake.
The individual appears for an instant, joins the community of thought, modifies it and dies; but the species, that dies not, reaps the fruit of his ephemeral existence.
A star appeared ... and was momentarily eclipsed by some movement.
Something hot in her began to cool and, in cooling, began to anneal.
When something comes to you so easily, it may leave that same way, and you'll be left wondering if it ever was at all.
Holding still for a moment, what a moment this is, Oh for a moment of forgetting, a moment of bliss
During the say the traces of summer , reluctant to depart, still set the sand afire, and their bare feet could not stand it for more than five minutes at a time. But when the sun set, the crack-ridden walls of the room let in the cold night damp.
One forgot, one forgot. What hold had one on the past? The present moment was a little travelling in darkness.
This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
This is what I wanna be
Suddenly I see (Suddenly I see)
Why the hell it means so much to me.
Everything is temporary, Duane. This," he gestured to our surroundings, "this is temporary. Even mountains fall. Nothing lasts forever. You got a chance at happiness, even for a week, a month, a year? You grab it and you hold on to it for as long as it lasts.
Violent fires soon burn out themselves, small showers last long, but sudden storms are short; he tires betimes that spurs too fast.
No answer, just a squeal of brakes, a shrill "Fuck," and static.
It was a temporary state of grace, this upwelling of suspense and happiness, but I knew that every feeling I'd ever had was and would be temporary.
darting and sparkling under the sun of the desert at full speed, only to go back even faster