Quotes About Fleeting

And your eyes, they were green and grey Like an April day, But lit into amethyst When I stooped and kissed; And your mouth, it would never smile For a long, long while, Then it rippled all over with laughter Five minutes after. You were always afraid of a shower, Just like a flower: I remember you started and ran When the rain began. I remember I never could catch you, For no one could match you, You had wonderful, luminous, fleet, Little wings to your feet.

They spoil every romance by trying to make it last for ever. It is a meaningless word, too. The only difference between a caprice and a lifelong passion is that the caprice lasts a little longer.

For us, all that's left is kisses tattered as the little bees that die when they leave the hive.

He gazes at her lips, and knows that gazing Is not enough. He marvels at her fingers, Her hands, her wrists, her arms, bare to the shoulder, And what he does not see he thinks is better. But still she flees him, swifter than the wind

While I speak, time flies.

In the end, everyone is aware of this: nobody keeps any of what he has, and life is only a borrowing of bones.

It's today: all of yesterday was falling between fingers of light and sleepy eyes

We have a definite but unknown quantity of experience at our disposal. As soon as the hourglass is turned, the sand will begin to run out and once it starts, it cannot stop until it's all gone.

Achilles lives in the present. He remembers the past, not without regret, but increasingly without resentment. He rarely, if ever, thinks about the future, because there is no future. It's amazing how easily he's come to accept that. His life rests like a dandelion clock on the palm of his open hand, a thing so light the merest breath of wind can carry it away.

In that place things begin to wear away even as they are built; the living die a little more each day. The sun is too far away; light slides endlessly into night; fire and love consume themselves; the heart tries to warm itself with ashes.

Sybel, you went from me like a dream, so silently, so irrevocably—I could not bear it, I could not bear it—

Little things. The thought of losing them makes them unbearably dear ... I only think of the sweetness. Simple things. The quarter moon, the taste of an orange. The smell of the pages of a new book.

I knew those were precious times, Mama. I knew they were going by too fast, everybody knows that. Where I went wrong is, I thought that would protect me, the fact that I knew. Knew and appreciated, felt for a minute, and now… I don't know, something's going on with time, it's not passing the way it used to, and I hate it. Because you know it all comes down to is good-bye.

Thanks for all the wonderful memories. They're like something in a museum already or something preserved in amber, a little unreal, as you must have felt yourself always to me.

Not like the same face on the passing bus that seems to speak, that is seen once and at least is gone forever

Tempus fugit.

I am a cosmic accident, and soon I will be dead.

she returned, trailing clouds of glory which quickly dissipated in the mundane flow of sensory trivia.

How do you suppose time works? A slippery succession of long hours adding up to ever-shorter days and years that disappear like falling dominoes?

I waved but couldn't answer, because I was finally letting myself grin as wide as I'd wanted all afternoon, all evening, every sec of every minute with you, Ed. Shit, I guess I already loved you then. Doomed like a wineglass knowing it'll get dropped someday, shoes that'll be scuffed in no time, the new shirt you'll soon enough muck up filthy.

Not like we were going to be forever. I mean, who would dare think that, forever? Some idiot girl who wouldn't know how things played out.

We thought we had time.

It's why we broke up, Ed, a small thing that's disappeared or maybe was never really in my hands in the first place.

Ahora solo queda este mal vestigio del nuestro que te recuerdo con tinta cada vez más descolorida. Es como si nunca hubiéramos tenido nada.