Drake Quotes

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

What I do and what I record only work for the moment.

Success, I've come to realise, is fleeting so you shouldn't value it too much.

Success is extremely ephemeral and very hard to hold onto.

People still don't appreciate how ephemeral success is.

The present will not long endure.

This isn't meant to last. This is for right now.

The present moment is changing so fast that we often do not notice its existence at all. Every moment of mind is like a series of pictures passing through a projector. Some of the pictures come from sense impressions. Others come from memories of past experiences or from fantasies of the future.

I feel like I wanna have a series of moments. It's scary when they say you're having a moment, because moments are momentary.

I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

For {she} had adopted the standard of the young: what there was in the moment was everything. And moments followed one another without necessarily belonging to one another.

Just because we have success in the moment, it doesn't mean anything.

I wanted to stay this way forever. Which, it turns out, was exactly five more minutes.

Nothing is so fickle and uncertain as popularity. It is here today and gone tomorrow. It is a sandy foundation, and sure to fail those who build upon it.

The pictures remind you of something that can never be recaptured, the time is gone, the only thing you know is the present. That's all that's knowable and even the present isn't knowable. The present becomes the past... so you really don't know anything.

Even when I'm happy and successful, life still goes on.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

When it's all over, it'll seem like a dream.

And so you have a life that you are living only now, now and now and now, gone before you can speak of it, and you must be thankful for living day by day, moment by moment a life in the breath and pulse and living light of the present

Beautiful things never last. That’s why fireflies flash.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

Do you love this world? Do you cherish your humble and silky life? Do you adore the green grass, with its terror beneath? Do you also hurry, half-dressed and barefoot, into the garden, and softly, and exclaiming of their dearness, fill your arms with the white and pink flowers, with their honeyed heaviness, their lush trembling, their eagerness to be wild and perfect for a moment, before they are nothing, forever?

Beauty's of a fading nature. Has a season and is gone!

I think illusion is one of the most interesting things that I've found to think about. Just look at yesterday, and what you were doing, and how important it was, and how nonexistent it is now! How dreamlike it is! Same thing with tomorrow. So where are we living?

In this moment that blooms and fades as it passes, he is enough, and all is well in the world.