Quotes About Fleeting

Arte efímero es la música pues se dan en el tiempo: se va deshaciendo a medida que se va haciendo. La pintura y la escultura, en cambio, ahí quedan, ahí están, porque se dan en el espacio. Su problema es que si alguien no las mira, no existen. ¿Y el sexo? Se da en el espíritu y en la carne proyectandose desde aquí hasta el Más Allá, hasta donde dé.

Qué importa, qué más da, recuerdos son recuerdos: llamitas moribundas que ya apagará el olvido. En la mísera trama de la vida tejida de deleznables instantes, ¿qué es un instante entre millones además?

la fugacidad de la vida humana a mi no me inquieta; me inquieta la fugacidad de la muerte: esta prisa que tienen aquí para olvidar. El muerto más importante lo borra el siguiente partido de fútbol…

She is dancing. Away. From you now. She was just a wish. She was just. A. Wish. And her memory is all that is left for you now.

Anh ch? dành t?ng m?ng s?ng c?a mình cho nh?ng kho?nh kh?c b? ?ánh c?p; th?n ch?t ?ã b?t ch??c anh, mang anh ?i th?t quá nhanh chóng.

El amor dura lo que tiene que durar, me da lo mismo.

Hay dos clases de felicidad. Una nos llega cuando las circunstancias son placenteras y estamos relativamente libres de problemas. El inconveniente con esta clase de felicidad es que es fugaz y superficial.

Our days on earth are as a shadow. 1 CHRONICLES 29:15

To appear for a little time and then vanish away, is the outward biography of all men, a circle of smoke that breaks, a bubble on the stream that bursts, a spark put out by a breath.

Et ne voulez-vous pas vous amuser, c'est-à-dire, détruire, créer, réussir, perdre? bref, faire quelque chose de nouveau et de gai, sans autre arrière-pensée que de jouir, jouir de la minute présente, flottante, incertaine, fugitive, et pourtant violente comme un explosif?

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised.

I fall in love everyday, with ideas and sensations, people I see. I hold them long enough to let them go, but I keep them in my heart and in my soul.

We each have a special something we can get only at a special time of our life. like a small flame. A careful, fortunate few cherish that flame, nurture it, hold it as a torch to light their way. But once that flame goes out, it's gone forever.

Precipitate as weather, she appeared from somewhere, then evaporated, leaving only memory.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn't it?

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

Nah, I shook my head, things that come out of nowhere go back to nowhere, that's all. We fell silent again. The thing we had shared was nothing more than a fragment of time that had died long ago. Even so, a faint glimmer of that warm memory still claimed a part of my heart. And when death claimed me, no doubt I would walk along by that faint light in the brief instant before being flung once again into the abyss of nothingness.

Reality spills through her slim fingers like the sands of an hourglass. Thus time is by no means on her side

The end of the race is just a temporary marker without much significance. It's the same with our lives. Just because there's an end doesn't mean existence has meaning. An end point is simply set up as a temporary marker, or perhaps as an indirect metaphor for the fleeting nature of existence.

On any given day, something can come along and steal our hearts. It may be any old thing: a rosebud, a lost cap, a favorite sweater from childhood, an old Gene Pitney record. A miscellany of trivia with no home to call their own. Lingering for two or three days, that something soon disappears, returning to the darkness. There are wells, deep wells, dug in our hearts. Birds fly over them. -from Pinball, 1973

We all die and disappear, but that's because the mechanism of the world itself is built on destruction and loss.

Things that come out of nowhere go back to nowhere, that's all.