Quotes About Fleeting

PADRE (Al cabo de un rato, señalando las glicinias del jardín, que lo tinen de malva con sus flores). - Mira,¿ves esas flores? Así es la vida de hermosa y de breve. Cuando te das cuenta se ha ido.

All things passed away. Even the earth itself, the sky and the river and the stars he loved, would, one day, come to the end of their existence. But it was not a thing to be feared; such was the bittersweet beauty of life. He

Demorou uma eternidade e acabou num instante.

She stood beside me for years, or was it a moment? I cannot remember. Maybe I loved her, Maybe I didn't. There was a house, and then no house. There were trees, but none remain. When no one remembers, what is there? You, whose moments are gone, who drift like smoke in the afterlife, tell me something, tell me anything. -Mark Strand, "In the Afterlife

Why did some images stay with us that way, he wondered, arbitrary flashes of life seared into memory, while others vanished without a trace?

El mundo es real y tú formas parte de él, una parte fugaz, pero una parte al fin y al cabo, y si tienes suerte, y tal vez incluso si no la tienes, los actos que realizas por amor serán recordados.

Hey, if it's a good philosophy, it works. Death is imminent. Live every day like it's your last.

Sometimes," she said, "two people pass each other by, look into each other's eyes for a moment, and all that's left is a wish. A dream of what might have been. And then they move away from each other with every step, and away from all their dreams.

Yes, I know everything can disappear in a flash of light. That doesn't make anything less valuable.

I see now... The most important things I have... I lose them, no matter how much I care for them.

Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.

Who then to frail mortality shall trustBut limns on water, or but writes in dust.

The world's a bubble and the life of man Less than a span.

My days have crackled and gone up in smoke.

I will be dust, but dust in love

Polvo serán, mas polvo enamorado.

sombra que sucesivo anhela el viento...

The faces you clutch at desperately slip away; it's when you're not thinking about them that their features flash past. It can happen on a street corner, at the turn of a staircase, because somebody said a word, because some image, an image has passed. Then the face is there for a split second, very fragile. One mustn't grasp at it, or it whisks away. One might as well try and catch a cloud. It was a cloud.

The truth is that the fever of desire in youth is fleeting disease that intimacy promptly cure.

Time is a great teacher. Unfortunately, it kills all its pupils. —Hector Berlioz

An actor's popularity is fleeting. His success has the life expectancy of a small boy who is about to look into a gas tank with a lighted match.

Que todo termina en un instante Planatera doloroso

There is no real fulfillment in meaningless rushes of pleasure. You try to conceal the emptiness with more extravagance, only to find the thrills becoming less satisfying and more fleeting. Most pleasures are best as a seasoning, not the main course.

same as always. Beauty will fade. Prosperity will end. Singing will turn to lamentations. Old age will follow youth, and sickness will replace health. As soon as you are born, death is waiting, inevitable as nightfall. The rising tide of evil will swallow hope and truth and light until only the void remains.