Quotes About Fleeting

Our lives are like a candle in the wind.

We go like flies when we come to the end of the summer . . . And who is going to prevent it?

That time is short and it doesn't return again.

Time was as thin as hope.

Life was uncertain. Death was forever.

His wishes surfaced like ghosts and fled into the night.

And, as always happens, and happens far too soon, the strange and wonderful becomes a memory and a memory becomes a dream. Tomorrow it's gone.

No one remembers the singer. The song remains.

A month went by quickly. It didn't want to hang around.

Men said things like peace in our time or an empire that will last a thousand years, and less than half a lifetime later no one even remembered who they were, let alone what they had said or where the mob had buried their ashes.

There should be a word for the microscopic spark of hope that you dare not entertain in case the mere act of acknowledging it will cause it to vanish, like trying to look at a photon. You can only sidle up to it, lookong past it, walking past it, waiting for it to get big enough to face the world

It was usually a case of heir today, gone tomorrow.

Men come and go, but dust accumulates.

It was the terror of impermanence, the knowledge that all this would pass away, that a beautiful voice or a wonderful figure was something whose arrival you couldn't control and whose departure you couldn't delay.

So little time. We have so little time on this earth with the people we love.

Alles, was uns Freude machen soll, ist an Zeit und Umstände gebunden, und was uns heute noch beglückt, ist morgen wertlos.

Joys too exquisite to last, And yet more exquisite when past.

I went because the nights are numbered and I do not know the count.

Just like that. Blink of an eye, if I'd blinked. I hadn't. He'd vanished

There are people I stand near a single time and skirt forevermore.

Ölürken, geçiÅŸ s?ras?nda, bir an var. YaÅŸam yerini ölüme, dolu yerini boÅŸa b?rak?yor. Bir an. Her ÅŸey çok h?zl?. Geri dön, geri dön, diye ba??rmak istiyorum. Bir dakikaya daha ihtiyac?m var. Bir gülümsemeye daha. Her ÅŸeyi düzeltmek için bir ÅŸansa daha. Ama gitti. Yok art?k. Nereye gitti? Hayata ölümden sonra ne oluyor? Bir yere mi gidiyor, yoksa tamamen mi kayboluyor?

Killed time is an abortion, life that never gets lived, gone, just gone.

You don't even live once.

You came and you will be gone. You don't even have to do something for it, it happens by itself. You came by itself and you will be gone by itself. So, what do you worry about?