Quotes About Fleeting

What's the use of elaborating what, in its very essence, is so short-lived as a modern book. Though I wrote the Gospels in this century, I should die in the gutter.

What are the children of men, but as leaves that drop at the wind's breath?

Dreams surely are difficult, confusing, and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind. For fleeting dreams have two gates: one is fashioned of horn and one of ivory. Those which pass through the one of sawn ivory are deceptive, bringing tidings which come to nought, but those which issue from the one of polished horn bring true results when a mortal sees them.

Miserable mortals who, like leaves, at one moment flame with life, eating the produce of the land, and at another moment weakly perish

As in a dream a man is not able to follow one who runs 200  from him, nor can the runner escape, nor the other pursue him, so he could not run him down in his speed, nor the other get clear.

But a man's life breath cannot come back again— no raiders in force, no trading brings it back, once it slips through a man's clenched teeth.

As the wind scatters leaves upon the earth, such is the race of men

Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again

Let us e'er be merry while we may, for man is but dust, and he hath but a span to live here till the worm getteth him, as our good gossip Swanthold sayeth; so let life be merry while it lasts, say I.

They were here, and then they weren't, and that was all there was.

But innocence is only pleasurable because it is transient.

It's already clear to me how much of life is forgotten even as it happens. Most of it.

Life was too short and ended too suddenly. If you didn't take advantage of what you had today, tomorrow it might be ripped from you.

Today is your own. Tomorrow perchance may never come.

All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

I don't believe in reincarnation. I feel like we're here for such an appallingly brief period of time. I believe we each get this one trip, and if we're really, really fortunate, maybe we get 70 or 80 years on Earth.

I've been privy to certain experiences which have allowed me to realize how fleeting time is, in any case, and how ultimately not important this is. 'This' being the things perhaps we trip on in life.

Praises for our past triumphs are as feathers to a dead bird.

We're only here for so long. Be happy, man. You could get hit by a truck tomorrow.

Some people want to go forever, I just want to burn off hard and bright.

I expect to pass through this world but once and therefore if there is anybody that I want to kick in the crutch I had better kick them in the crutch now, for I do not expect to pass this way again.

I don't care about lasting. I just want right now.

The most beautiful moments always seemed to accelerate and slip beyond one's grasp just when you want to hold onto them for as long as possible.

Man wants little, nor that little long.