Quotes About Fleeting

Beauty is but a flower,Which wrinkles will devourBrightness falls from the airQueens have died young and fairDust hath closed Helen's eye.I am sick, I must dieLord have mercy on us.

When you're dead, the way death got you is just one thing that happened among thousands. You don't care more about that day than any of the others, just because it was the last day. You'll see.

But all the photograph told Heidi was that the answers, if there were any, were lost in the wanting and needing and doing. Ghostly figures, caught in a brutal flash of light, and then gone.

The race is short between the cradle and the grave!

Beauty lasts five minutes. Maybe longer if you have a good plastic surgeon.

The whole afternoon was delicious—so much so that Shane was already nostalgic for it before it had even ended.

For what it's worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent goddamn state of mind. I've learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit. Personally, I don't like inherently happy people. I don't trust them. I think there's something seriously wrong with anyone who isn't at least a little let down by the world.

For what it's worth, I think happiness is a fleeting condition, not a permanent goddamn state of mind. I've learned that if you chase after moments of bliss here and there, sometimes those moments will sustain you through the shit.

How easily it can all be washed away. Power, happiness, even life itself. It only takes an instant, a single unguarded instant. And it's gone.

Doesn't seem right, does it? A split second to lose him and a lifetime to grieve over him.

Chemistry is so difficult to explain. It's there or it's not. And I notice with people it sometimes is there and then disappears with time.

Opportunity just exists in the air for a few minutes. If you don't obey your gut feeling right away, you've lost your chance.

We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.

I have a habit of getting very obsessive about one thing, but it usually lasts no more than three days.

I think it's quite obvious my work is made by a woman, because I have never wanted to make anything that is not ephemeral. But I definitely want to be thought of as an artist first.

But in the case of human beings, friendship is a transitory art, subject to discontinuance without further notice.

The best thing about dreams is that fleeting moment, when you are between asleep and awake, when you don't know the difference between reality and fantasy, when for just that one moment you feel with your entire soul that the dream is reality, and it really happened.

love that blooms this fast is just as fast to wither

Don't worry—love that blooms this fast is just as fast to wither

A felicidade que sentira apenas alguns instantes antes agora dava lugar a uma terrível certeza de que a iria perder

Some things are more precious because they don't last long.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last forever.

Ashes to ashes. Dust to nonsignificance.

Maybe. Anyway, some men get what they want. No man. Or perhaps only briefly so as to lose it. Or perhaps only to prove to the dreamer that the world of his longing made real is no longer that world at all.