Quotes About Fleeting

Product distinctions, the historic centerpiece of product marketing, exist only briefly—and in the prospects' minds, often not at all.

Love: a burnt match skating in a urinal.

Our lives are like the wind... or like sounds. We come into being, resonate with each other... Then fade away

Campfires and birthday candles don't burn forever.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.

But by the time those acquaintances became close friends, it was too late. Perhaps there was a perfect moment in between, when you were close enough to tell but not so close it was problematic that you hadn't done so already, but it was infinitesimal, too fleet and fleeting to pin down, visible not even in hindsight.

All men are born free: just not for long.

Your life is a blank, and you're barely a shade across it.

Pleasure is the flower that fades, remembrance is the lasting perfume.

There are two things that won't last long in this world, and that's dogs chasing cars and pros putting for pars

It doesn't matter if you never see someone again, I told myself. There are millions of people in the world, and most of them never see each other in the first place. You hoped to know Ellington Feint forever, but there's no such thing as forever, really. Everything is much shorter than that.

Wishing is merely a quiet way to spend one's time before the candles are extinguished on one's birthday cake

Life is worth nothing, life is worth nothing, It always starts with crying and with crying ends. And that's why, in this world, life is worth nothing.

All desires save one are fleeting, but that one lasts for ever. Fionn, with all desires, had the lasting one, for he would go anywhere and forsake anything for wisdom;

Bennett was grateful for every day he was given on this earth because he knew how fleeting that time could be.

Stanislaus Jean, chevalier de Boufflers, once wrote: "Pleasure is the flower that passes; remembrance, the lasting perfume." How can it be that our pleasure is as fleeting as the flower? —DB

The gardener coaxes seeds from the earth, lavishing attention on their every fragile leaf, their magnificent blossoms. How fragile, how fleeting—this beauty, this love. Only the perfumer can capture, extend nature's response. Oh, that we could grasp real love so. —DB

I am his lover. They had made no promises, no vows; this was an interlude which might end with the next sunset or ebb with the changing tide. Yet she knew, with a certainty that belongs only to the young, that this was for always. Whether she had a year, or a week, or just a few hours, she would make it last forever.

Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.

today's news is tomorrow's fish and chip wrappers

Still others reflected on how quickly the food could be snatched from a man's table, or the child from a woman's breast, or the wife from a man's bedcloset, that no strength of grasp could hold these goods in place. And others remarked to themselves how sweet these goods were, in spite of that, and saw that pleasure lost in every moment is pleasure lost forever.

People losing each other, their hands slipping loose in a crowd.

Per atrankas jai kartodavo, kad tai pernelyg klasikinis stilius. Tai nereišk?, kad per senas. Tai reišk? - per gražus laikams, kai visa, kas trunka ilgiau kaip šešis m?nesius, beviltiškai pasensta.

Look, the fame rocket is only on the upward trajectory for a limited time.