Quotes About Fleeting

Flesh could not keep its glamour, nor eyes their sheen. They would go to nothing soon. But monsters are forever.

which should teach you something about this world. That it's a place where whatever you work for and care about is bound to be taken away from you sooner or later, and there isn't a thing you can do about it.

Life was not a reversible commodity. Things passed away, never to return: species, hopes, years.

No passion, only sudden lust, and just as sudden indifference.

This will not come again. Nor this. Nor this....

Eu não sabia o que estava a perder', disse Harvey. 'Ah...', disse Hood, suavemente 'mas não é sempre assim que as coisas se passam? Há coisas que nos deslizam pelos dedos e só quando se vão embora é que nos arrependemos. Mas aquilo que se vai embora não volta, Harvey Swick!

Men's supply of passion, she knew from long experience, was easily depleted. Though they might threaten to move earth and heaven too, half an hour later their boasts would be damp sheets and resentment.

Time like an ever rolling stream bears all its sons away They fly forgotten as a dream dies at the opening day.

Everything in the garden is dying, that's what time of year it is. The leaves blaze and desiccate in their dying before twisting to the ground as ash.

Two other women took their own lives that spring, more than usual but nothing remarkable. No one with a name that would be remembered come winter, so shallow was their mark.

Time is flying never to return.

Optima dies...prima fugit (The best days are the first to flee)

All our sweetest hours fly fastest.

Fugit irreparabile tempus.

Each man has his day, and the time of life is brief for all, and never comes again.

Optima dies...prima fugit

Sed fugit interea fugit irreparabile tempus, singula dum capti circumvectamur amore

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

For while directly we say that it [the length of human life] is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.

There is a coherence in things, a stability; something... is immune from change and shines out... in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby.

It partook ... of eternity ... there is a coherence in things, a stability; something, she meant, is immune from change, and shines out (she glanced at the window with its ripple of reflected lights) in the face of the flowing, the fleeting, the spectral, like a ruby; so that again tonight she had the feeling she had had once today, already, of peace, of rest. Of such moments, she thought, the thing is made that endures.

My heart currently resembles the ashes of my cigarettes.