Quotes About Fleeting

Thus I die. Thus, thus, thus. Now I am dead, Now I am fled, My soul is in the sky. Tongue, lose thy light. Moon take thy flight. Now die, die, die, die.

What win I, if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy? For one sweet grape who will the vine destroy? Or what fond beggar, but to touch the crown, Would with the sceptre straight be strucken down?

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

What win I if I gain the thing I seek? A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy. Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week? Or sells eternity to get a toy?

These sudden joys have sudden endings. They burn up in victory like fire and gunpowder.

So quick bright things come to confusion.

Some there be that shadow kiss; Such have but a shadow's bliss.

Enjoy'd no sooner but despised straight, Past reason hunted, and no sooner had Past reason hated

Golden lads and girls all must as chimney sweepers come to dust.

Somos de la misma sustancia que los sueños, y nuestra breve vida culmina en un dormir.

A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.

Swift as shadow, short as any dream

Our separation so abides, and flies, That thou, residing here, go'st yet with me, And I, hence fleeting, here remain with thee.

Had I but died an hour before this chance I had lived a blessed time; for from this instant There's nothing serious in mortality.             All is but toys, renown and grace is dead, The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

We strut and fret our hour upon the stage and then are no more.

But shall we wear these glories for a day? Or shall they last, and we rejoice in them?

Beauty is all very well at first sight; but whoever looks at it when it has been in the house three days?

La vida no es más que una sombra en marcha; un mal actor que se pavonea y se agita una hora en el escenario y después no vuelve a ser oído: es un cuento narrado por un idiota, lleno de ruido y de furia, que nada significa

The sands are number'd that make up my life.

There's nothing serious in mortality. All is but toys. Renown and grace is dead. The wine of life is drawn, and the mere lees Is left this vault to brag of.

Trip away; Make no stay

Ciò che risplende fa così in fretta a svanire.

?ycie jest jedynie przelotnym cieniem; ?a?osnym aktorem, co przez godzin? puszy si? i miota na scenie, po czym znika; opowie?ci? idioty, pe?n? wrzasku i w?ciek?o?ci, a nie znacz?c? nic.

There are no permanent things, only fleeting moments of warmth and companionship, precious stationary seconds in a flicker of troubled days. The