Quotes About Fleeting

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El trabajo de hombre es efímero y se desvanece como la espuma del mar... Así se desvaneció nuestra civilización grandiosa y colosal.

Drink deep the cup of life; take it's dark wine into your soul. For it passes round the table only once.

You have to remember life is short, but

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

We had our arms around each other. It was like holding in my hand some rare, exhausted, nearly doomed bird which I had miraculously happened to find.

Like dew I was born Like dew I vanish ..and all that I have ever done Is but a dream Within a dream

How beautiful life is and how sad! How fleeting, with no past and no future, only a limitless now.

This moment and this chance, they are the same, and they are mine if I choose them,and I do. I want them. Now and as long as I can have them they are both precious and fleeting and gone in the blink of an eye, don't waste them. A moment and an opportunity and a life, all in the unseen tick of a clock holding me nowhere. My heart is beating. The walls are pale and quiet. I am surviving.

Appreciate what you have today, for tomorrow, it could be gone forever.

It is futile to spend time telling stories about the fleetness of each day.

Starting to believe Life is just a sigh of Death.

Quotes are echos of voices transporting wisdom, humor, and love. Returning again to the human condition, fleeting once more as a dove.

Live life daringly. In one moment in time, you will be gone.

Youth is like a fickle girlfriend. We can't understand or value her until she goes off with someone else, never to return.

The trouble with photographing beautiful women is that you never get into the dark room until after they've gone.

I would rather be handsome for an hour than pretty for a week.

The NFL stands for 'Not For Long,' so you gotta get it while it lasts.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

The eyes of men love to pluck the blossoms from the faded flowers they turn away.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

A mass of dust, world's momentary slave, Is man, in state of our old Adam made, Soon born to die, soon flourishing to fade.

Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, and clever.

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.