Quotes About Fleeting

but before she can grasp hold of it, it floats away, like the seeds of a dandelion on the breeze, out of reach.

Le persone che amiamo possono esserci portate via in un battito di ciglia. All'improvviso. Senza nessun avvertimento.

Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers: but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes.

And now -- now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me? Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes.

As soon as you discover the truth it's already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it's not.

I, alive and glimmering like the instants, spark and go out, alight and go out, spark and go out.

Everything—absolutely everything—that comes into existence will pass away.

Opportunity is a bird that never perches.

The snow is tending toward nothingness.

Remember that wasted minute at the start of the day? Hard luck but you'll never find it again.

You have your dreams, you look round and everything's broken, hearts, windows, walls, telephone boxes. Everything breaks and disappears.

Being liked can only be ephemeral. Being loved can be everlasting.

People appear and disappear in an instant. No magic or wizardry in the real world of living.

How short life must be, if something so fragile can last a lifetime. —KAFKA

It was great fun,But it was just one of those things.

Nothing can save us. All this sweetness dies and rots.

Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.

What we take to be our strongest tower of delight, only stands at the caprice of the minutest event—the falling of a leaf, the hearing of a voice, or the receipt of one little bit of paper scratched over with a few small characters by a sharpened feather.

A certain amount of time is allotted to each of us. How much, only God knows. We cannot invest it. We cannot hope for a return of any kind. All we can do is spend it, second by second, decade by decade, until it runs out.

Occasionally a yellow leaf fell from the tree. Then one or the other of us would turn up his eyes as though to see the leaf fall once again. We didn't wait for the next leaf, which fell a little later. Out eyes lacked the patience. We didn't commit ourselves to leaves. Only to flying splashes of yellow that distracted our faces from one another's

Transient guests are we.

a grey wrinkled vastness, like the residue of a dream

There is a world beyond this black world. There is a world of the possible. A world where Anne can be queen is a world where Cromwell can be Cromwell. He sees it; then he doesn't. The moment is fleeting. But insight cannot be taken back. You cannot return to the moment you were in before.

The moment is fleeting. But insight cannot be taken back. You cannot return to the moment you were in before.