Quotes About Fleeting

wouldn't stay long. She told

Moments left, Teddy thought. A handful of heartbeats. That was what life was. A heartbeat followed by a heartbeat. A breath followed by a breath. One moment followed by another moment and then there was a last moment.

How short a time a person had to be alive, he thought. How long to be dead.

To dance to fey music is the beginning of the end.

there is no good in knowing people when you are going right away from them in a short time, and may never meet them again.

She was one of those women who are usually referred to in the past tense, of whom one says: 'She had a certain freshness and bloom about her,' and whose freshness and bloom passed unnoticed even when she still had them.

If your last words are somehow meant to encapsulate your entire existence, Liz finds um strangely appropriate. Um means nothing. Um is what you say while you're thinking of what you'll really say. Um suggests someone interrupted before they'd begun. Um is a fifteen-year-old girl who gets hit by a taxicab in front of a mall on the way to help pick out a prom dress for a prom she isn't even going to, for God's sake.

A glimmer of a notion of a nothing of a whisper of a figment of an idea.

Win walked over to me. He held out his palm. In the middle of it was a single black sequin from the dress Scarlet had lent me. "You lost this," he said. I giggled, slightly embarrassed to be leaving bits of myself behind. "I'm shedding.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player, That struts and frets his hour upon the stage, And then is heard no more. It is a tale Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, Signifying nothing.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Being the great love doesn't mean being the love who lasts.

How quickly a year passes, like a mouthful of food snatched from the maw of eternity.

She reached into an alabaster box and pulled out a violet cigarette that also exactly matched her eyes. Some people just don't know when to quit. She lit her colored coffin nail, set it into an ashtray, and promptly forgot about it. It smoldered into eternity silently begging for one more touch from her gorgeous lips.

Life is fleeting, constantly spiralling into the past. And all we're ever able to hold on to is the precious present.

You see, there are moments in your life you are desperate to take back as soon as they happen, but the clock ticks, and they're gone. You make your choice, and an instant later, nothing is the same.

Lord, help me to know How fleeting my time on earth is. Help me to know how limited is my life

Some of the books I'd read had told me that love is fleeting; some of the other books I'd read had told me that love is eternal. But they were wrong. Love isn't either of those things. Love is not wanting the thing you love to ever end.

But to measure myself against life and death, as if I could go on forever.… There's no dignity in that. What are we to life? We're only sparks.

To the truly old, time was as thin as air, a keening and destructive wind that erased their pasts and attacked their memories.

Times of luxury do not last long, but pass away very quickly nothing in this world can be long enjoyed.

Love endeth like the chianti flask, its drops are bitter.

We'll drink to-night with hearts as light, To loves as gay and fleeting As bubbles that swim, on the beaker's brim, And break on the lips while meeting.

With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele—