Quotes About Fleeting

he understood there was no way to escape Time, and that this moment he had been granted to watch as a child, which had never ceased to obsess him, was the moment of his own death.

Life is short and filled with pain, and just when you start to finally get the hang of it, you drop dead.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing.

The dream dissipated like smoke, and she tried so hard to hold it inside her heart and her memory, but like all dreams, it had never been meant to keep.

Days were ages. Loved bloomed and died in a day.

The sensation felt like spinning too fast on a merry-go-round. Each fraction of a second her eyes focused on a new face in a crowd. Within seconds the face was gone, whisked to a blur, replaced by another face that would just as soon be lost.

Por felicidad, no alcanzo a entender nada que dure más de un segundo, puede que dos o tres como máximo.

Your life can change in the blink of an eye, on a calm and beautiful Midsummer night. You lose what you love while you think it is still safe beside you.

Childhood is a short season.

O sweet, delusive Noon, Which the morning climbs to find, O moment sped too soon, And morning left behind.

I remembered something from a short story I'd read, about how the girl you want is the girl you see once and then she is nowhere to be found. The girl who does not appear in the crowded room.

All that we can remember is almost nothing. Memory is greater than we are, but memory is living and mortal as well.

We catch only glimpses of life. Death is the one thing we really have time to see. A day is coming when I shall be no more. I am crying because I shall surely die.

They felt that everything was fleeting, that everything wore out, that everything that was not dead would die, and that even the illusory ties holding them together would not endure. Their sadness did not bring them together. On the contrary, they were separated by all the force of their two sorrows. To suffer together, alas, what disunion!

Life is once, forever.

To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.

Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.

Life is short and we never have enough time for the hearts of those who travel the way with us. O, be swift to love!

Each bud flowers but once and each flower has but its minute of perfect beauty; so, in the garden of the soul each feeling has, as it were, its flowering instant, its one and only moment of expansive grace and radiant kingship.

Life is so short, So Fast The Lone Hours Fly, We Ought To Be Together, You and I

Sometimes you thought you had a thing—but then part of it—or all of it—always got away. Life itself could not be possessed, really, not even a minute of it.

The adoration of his heart had been to her only as the perfume of a wild flower, which she had carelessly crushed with her foot in passing.

omul este ca un fluture: se înc?lzeÈ™te la soarele favorurilor, iar la prima adiere mai rece piere... chiar dac? n-ar vrea!

Life is fragile and absurd.