Quotes About Fleeting

Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

A man who can be entertaining for a full day will be in his grave by night-fall.

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

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

Some men are like ballads, that are in everyone's mouth a little while.

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.

The longest-lived and the shortest-lived man, when they come to die, lose one and the same thing.

Man is a machine of remembrance; all we do is to remember things because life flies fast like a swallow; reality immediately disappears!

The tragedy of man is that the happy moments of life behave like the birds of the forests: They appear and disappear suddenly!

Dead men never pick up their trophies.

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

Who says that money don't matter?If you are Rich all the world will know about you, if you are poor no one give a crap about what it's happening to you!"Life It's Short, enjoy this moment.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground - to die.

Life is short and love is over in the morning.

In a dream thou mayst live a lifetime, and all be forgotten in the morning: Even such is life, and so soon perisheth its memory.

Words are naught but wind, and the fairest promises like dreams that take flight with the morning.

Be a loving person rather than in a love relationship - because relationships happen one day and disappear another day. They are flowers; in the morning they bloom, by the evening they are gone.

They know these mornings well and love them desperately because they cannot last - these people who know that nothing lasts.