Quotes About Fleeting

Everything people call fabulous or amazing lasts for about ten minutes before the culture moves on to the next thing.

I'm only going to be here for a time, then leave you." His gaze met mine. "And I will cry when I go, because I could love you forever.

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had, just enough time.

Next to a circus there ain't nothing that packs up and tears out faster than the Christmas spirit.

Kindred, League of Legends

Of all losses, time is the most irrecuperable for it can never be redeemed.

By then she was dead. In fact, she may have been dead a while ago. Physically, several seconds ago, mentally, ages ago.

life—and love—can be gone any second. When you had it, you needed to hang on with all your strength and savor every second.

she should have told me that times slides away on a hillside of lose shale and takes everything in its path-dreams, opportunities, hopes. And youth. It takes that fastest of all.

Two bubbles found they had rainbows on their curves. They flickered out saying: "It was worth being a bubble, just to have held that rainbow thirty seconds.

vivid y disfrutad, que el tiempo apremia y se acerca la hora en que todo os será arrebatado!».

Life is precious to us because it is ephemeral.

A precious miracle that the infinite play of combinations has unlocked for us, allowing us to exist. We may smile now. We can go back to serenely immersing ourselves in time - in our finite time - to savoring the clear intensity of every fleeting and cherished moment of the brief circle of our existence.

How long is forever?" asks Alice. "Sometimes, just one second," replies the White Rabbit. There are dreams lasting an instant in which everything seems frozen for an eternity.

Happy and master of himself is the man who for every day of his life can say: "Today I have lived; tomorrow if God extends for us a horizon of dark clouds or designs a morning of limpid light, he will not change our poor past he will do nothing without the memory of events that the fleeting hour will have assigned to us.

I was realizing, for the first time, that everything goes on, turns gray, is ruined in the living. That there is no end to our story until death comes and the body decays...

passavano nuvole rossastre, si muovevano inavvertitamente ed inavvertitamente cambiavano disegno, consistenza e colore. Tutte le forme che andavano assumendo, una più suggestiva dell'altra, erano pugnalate di fugacità che reclamavano di venire decifrate da sempre, dall'inizio dei secoli, un testo variabile e infinito come quello dei nostri viaggi.

Everything new and beautiful seems to arrive already haunted by its own demise.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

Can I dwell on what I scarce remember? I held a castle on the Marches once, and there was a woman I was pledged to marry, but I could not find that castle today, nor tell you the color of that woman's hair. Who knighted me, old friend? What were my favorite foods? It all fades. Sometimes I think I was born on the bloody grass in that grove of ash, with the taste of fire in my mouth and a hole in my chest. Are you my mother, Thoros?

Glory may be everlasting, yet it is fleeting as well—soon forgotten in the aftermath of even the most famous of victories if they lead to greater disasters.

trying to remember was like trying to catch the rain with her fingers.

Sweet it was, sweet and gone too soon. Dawn came cruel, a dagger of light.

It was that impossible thing: happiness that does not wilt to reveal the thin shoots of some new desire rising from within it.