Quotes About Fleeting

Maybe you can afford to wait… but for some of us, there's only today. And the truth is, you never really know.

Voilà peut-être ce qu'il faudrait accepter: on ne fait que passer. Et quand bien même l'amour, le combat, la souffrance à en devenir fou... De tout ça un jour il ne reste rien

I am sorry because there will never be enough time, not even in a hundred years from this day would be enough time for us to love

There is no snow, yet, to hold footprints, and in a moment, as his father disappears from sight, it is as if he never passed that way at all. Today it strikes Bird as unbearably sad, to pass by and leave no trace of your existence. To have no one remember you'd been there.

Later she would wonder if this had made her miss her chance, or if she had ever had a chance at all.

As if memory were a bead that might spring from her fingers, clatter to the floor, roll into a crack and disappear.

Cinta adalah bahaya yang lekas jadi pudar

sekali berarti sesudah itu mati

They exit one by one, or sometimes two by two. You scatter pieces of them on the snow in the woods and then run away as fast as you can, and then you turn and run back towards them, once they're beyond your reach.

Extract the eternal from the ephemeral.

Every relationship has at least one really good day. What I mean is, no matter how sour things go, there's always that day. That day is always in your possession. That's the day you remember. You get old and you think: well, at least I had that day. It happened once. You think all the variables might just line up again. But they don't. Not always. I once talked to a woman who said, "Yeah, that's the day we had an angel around.

When I tell people about the blooms, about how they open around nine and close before sunrise and do this just for one night, they always ask, Is that all? Yes. That's all.

Treaties are like roses and young girls — they last while they last.

Treaties are like roses and young girls. They last while they last.

Death comes so fast that sometimes it misses us. (La mort arrive si vite Que des fois elle nous rate)

Life is short, even in letter. (Vie, c'est court, Même en lettre)

We die with a notice. Notice, this is our life. (Nous mourons avec un préavis. Le préavis, c'est notre vie)

Looking up, she showed him quite a young face, but one whose bloom and promise were all swept away, as if the haggard winter should unnaturally kill the spring.

The loveliest things in life are but shadows; they come and go, and change and fade away…

El recuerdo de lo que ha pasado me hace casi esperar que te duela. Pero al cabo de muy poco tiempo te olvidarás con alegría, como de un sueño improductivo del cual por fortuna despertaste. ¡Que seas feliz en la vida que has elegido!

So does a whole world, with all of its greatness and littleness, lie in a twinkling star.

Welcome, old aspirations, glittering creatures of an ardent underneath the holly! We know you, and have not outlived you yet. Welcome, old projects, and old loves, however fleeting, to your nooks among the steadier lights that burn around us

But his youthful fire was all composed of sparks from the grindstone; and as the sparks flew off, went out, and never warmed anything ...

Maybe that's the way of things, too. That the more beautiful a thing is, the shorter it seems to last. People now less than flowers