Quotes About Momentary

People ask me if I could fly, I said, 'yeah....' for a little while.

He was a meteor streaking across the heavens

For an instant I was dumbfounded. 

We go on in our pleasures thinking they're going to last forever.

For violent fires soon burn out themselves;Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.

The present is a point just passed.

In fact, it's entirely plausible that the factors affecting people's preferences are microscopic and fleeting.

Transient guests are we.

Life is magnificent and vivacious, but it is also fugacious.

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

Or if there were a sympathy in choice, War, death, or sickness did lay siege to it, Making it momentary as a sound Swift as a shadow, short as any dream Brief as the lightening in the collied night, That, in a spleen, unfolds both heaven and earth; And ere a man hath power to say "Behold!" The jaws of darkness do devour it up: So quick bright things come to confusion.'" "Brava!

Isn't it really true that life is so beautiful because it's so fleeting and fragile?

not yet continuous no more than a shiver of something

Why is this jostling procession of waters, its many strands overclambering one another, so many word-marks, momentary traces in wind-script of the world's voices, why is it so bragging and surrendering, love-making, spending, working and wandering

We're just a bubble in a boiling pot.

a big band sound that makes you feel like everything's okay, a feeling that lasts for one song maybe, the parentheses all clicking shut behind you.

But it didn't last.

Everything in life was transitory, enjoy the moment.

The figure a poem makes. It begins in delight and ends in wisdom... in a clarification of life - not necessarily a great clarification, such as sects and cults are founded on, but in a momentary stay against confusion.

Baba Ayub didn't understand. Just as he didn't understand why a wave of something, something like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard the jingling, surprising him each time like an unexpected gust of wind. But then it passed, as all things do. It passed.

They are frauds. We justify pain because we do not know what to make of it, nor do we have any choice but to bear it. Happiness alone can make us momentarily larger than ourselves. Not always, but at least occasionally, it can break our obsession with the self.

Life is but a momentary glimpse of the wonder of this astonishing universe, and it is sad to see so many dreaming it away on spiritual fantasy.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

Everything in life is just for a while.