Quotes About Fleeting

We are always dying – I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or block their ears; they are all dying.

The brightest stars burn out the fastest

La ocasión en fugaz la experiencia insegura y el juicio difícil

Life is short, the art long, opportunity fleeting, experiment treacherous, judgment difficult.

Ars longa, vita brevis, occasio praeceps, experimentum periculosum, iudicium difficile. Life is short, [the] art long, opportunity fleeting, experiment dangerous, judgment difficult.

Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgment difficult.

Television news is like a lightning flash. It makes a loud noise, lights up everything around it, leaves everything else in darkness and then is suddenly gone.

That's what mortal means," I say with a sigh that I don't have to fake. "We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.

I would remain nearer you for what time there is." "Gone in one faerie sigh," she quoted. Leather-clad fingers brushed over her short hair, rested on her cheek. "I can hold my breath.

We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.

They streak past me in to the hall in a blast of gossamer.

It'll rot,' I say. 'And so will we.

Como estrellas fugases. Hermosos, brillantes, pero efímeros.

You are mortal. You will not last long.' ... 'That's what mortal means,' I say with a sigh that I don't have to fake. 'We die. Think of us like shooting stars, brief but bright.

Men flourish only for a moment.

Words like winter snowflakes.

Any moment might be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

Il existe dans tous les sentiments humains une fleur primitive, engendrée par un noble enthousiasme qui va toujours faiblissant jusqu'à ce que le bonheur ne soit plus qu'un souvenir et la gloire un mensonge

And a moment that ought to have lasted for ever Has come and gone before I knew.

La vida parece más bella y efímera que nunca, pues se puede perder en un abrir y cerrar de ojos.

Death comes suddenly and life is fragile and brief. No one can alter this either by prayers or spells.

What happened never mattered all that much because he was always about to leave,

once stood, and Erika's memories were dissolving, disappearing, being washed away like a chalk drawing on pavement in the rain, and all she felt right now was cold and wet and foolish. 57

If life can end in one minute - so damn quickly with no damn warning - you better do what you want to do now right this minute. Because your next minute might not happen.