Quotes About Fleeting

He drifted out the door like a handful of black feathers cast on a winter's breeze.

She blazed, burned herself out, and then disappeared into the silent deep, sounding the echoes of remembrance throughout a hollow and shattered heart.

Time just gets away from us.

The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.

I write your name for the last time in this mist, White breath on the windowpane, And watch it vanish. No, it stays there.

Don't vajazzle our memories

CLEMENTINE: This is it, Joel. It's going to be gone soon. JOEL: I know. CLEMENTINE: What do we do? JOEL: Enjoy it.

Life all comes down to a few moments. This is one of them.

How beautiful a thing is youth Which flees us in every way. Whoever desires to be merry, let him; For tomorrow is never certain. —Laurenzo de' Medici

Nunca sabrás lo bien que me ha hecho conocerte-dijo-.Jamás tendré oportunidad de llevarte al cine, ni de invitarte a caminar por la playa, ni de hacerte el amor, pero todos los días agradezco a Dios haberte tenido en mi vida por un tiempo. Eso es un milagro, Jean.

So I started in, but I could not go on. Each word I spoke erased itself in the air.

Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard. It can be light as the hug we give a friend or heavy as the sacrifices we make for our children. It can be romantic, platonic, familial, fleeting, everlasting, conditional,

I suppose I should get a VCR, but the only thing I like about television is its ephemerality.

Words of snow, which fell last year.

We are only but guests at Time's tea party.

Weekends are a bit like rainbows; they look good from a distance but disappear when you get up close to them.

fragility of life, finality of death

Time stays, we go.

We are closer to the end of the world than to that minute that has just passed by, because that is lost forever.

Death walks faster than the wind and never returns what he has taken.

Oh, but childhoods go by so quickly too, we have them for such a short time - six years? Ten at the most? We are so alone in this life.

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

It was like that hush of spirit which we feel amid the bright, mild woods of autumn, when the bright hectic flush is on the trees, and the last lingering flowers by the brook; and we joy in it all the more, because we know that soon it will all pass away. The

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!