Quotes About Fleeting

What I do and what I record only work for the moment.

Success is fleeting. It may not have to do with you but how your work is received.

Time is the essence of life

What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?

on short stories: "...something glimpsed from the corner of the eye, in passing.

Le persone che più mi hanno giovato, e con le quali speravo di fare un lungo pezzo di strada, ora questo ora quello, mi sono scappate davanti agli occhi senza saper come

When hope is fleeting, stop for a moment and visualize, in a sky of silver, the crescent of a lavender moon. Imagine it -- delicate, slim, precise, like a paper-thin slice from a cabochon jewel. It may not be very useful, but it is beautiful. And sometimes it is enough.

I suppose a fire that burns that bright is not meant to last.

After the dead words, after the ones still said and spoken, what do you expect? Some flying leaves, more scattered papers. Who knows? Some dissolving words, like the light or the echo dying out there in the great night.

And so eternity was the minute.

Proverbs 31:30 that counsels, "Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised.

Beauty is like a sunset: it goes as soon as you try to capture it. The beauty you like is precisely that which escapes you.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

Newness hath an evanescent beauty.

Beauty lasts five minutes. Maybe longer if you have a good plastic surgeon.

Beauty is a frail good.

That's the hell of sand castles. They are always doomed. That's part of their beauty — their impermanence.

Do not be tempted by English roses. Their beauty fades, but their thorns are forever.

Glamour is a shooting star, it catches your eye, but fades away, beauty is the sun always brilliant day after day.

Gather, gather your youth: Just like this flower, old age Your beauty will wither.

It is in rare and scattered instants that beauty smiles even on her adorers, who are reduced for habitual comfort to remembering her past favours.

Golden lads and girls all must, like chimmney-sweepers, come to dust.

It is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while.