Quotes About Fleeting

From our birthday, until we die, Is but the winking of an eye.

I grabbed a pile of dust, and holding it up, foolishly asked for as many birthdays as the grains of dust, I forgot to ask that they be years of youth.

The film business is absurd. Stars don't last very long. It's much more interesting to be a proper actor.

If you live for this world, you are in the junk business. It's all just premature junk.

All inconsiderate enterprises are impetuous at first, but soon lanquish. [Lat., Omnia inconsulti impetus coepta, initiis valida, spatio languescunt.]

All dash to and fro in motor cars. Familiar with the roads and settled nowhere.

these constructs are constantly changing. Each situation, each thought, each word, each feeling, is just a passing memory.

Impermanence means that the essence of life is fleeting.

the satisfaction that we get is very short-lived.

Elly's eyes were huge and her mouth was open and she was clutching her hands over her chest. Her mouth was moving but he couldn't hear what she was saying. She looked weirdly pale, even her clothes. "Elly?" She held out her hands. As she was about to touch him, her fingers became foggy tendrils. He could see right through her, as if she had turned to mist. "Elly?" he said. He reached out for her, but she was gone.

We are alive on the very brink of eternity.

But our here and now is just a blip along the continuum.

It won't necessarily last, they know, but they cherish it all the more for that. You only know luck by its opposite.

Like many things he had believed, it had all been an illusion, only true because he had been gullible enough to believe in it. In reality, it had all been as flimsy and fleeting as an optical illusion; it depended entirely on your point of view. In calendar time, perhaps, those days weren't so long ago, but in his memory they sometimes seemed as if they had been dreamed by another person in another century.

The excessive pleasure we imagine receiving from what we want most of all is fleeting at best.

Nothing is whole, not for too damned long. The world is half night.

I resemble that worm which crawls through dust, Lives in the dust, eats dust Until a passerby's foot crushes it.

They see through the here, the now, into the vast black deep beyond, the unchanging. And that is fatal to life. Because eventually there will be no life; there was once only the dust particles in space, the hot hydrogen gases, nothing more, and it will come again. This is an interval, ein Augenblick. The cosmic process is hurrying on, crushing life back into granite and methane; the wheel turns for all life. It is all temporary.

most horrid sound in the world, that of the once-was: alive in the past, perishing in the present, a corpse made of dust in the future.

The most horrid sound in the world, that of the once-was: alive in the past, perishing in the present, a corpse made of dust in the future.

I resemble that worm which crawls through dust, Lives in the dust, eats dust Until a passerby's foot crushes it.

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. - Roy Batty of Blade Runner

All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain - Roy Batty of Blade Runner

WITH THEM, Joe Fernwright thought, there is not life but merely a synopsis of life. We are a thread that passes through their hands; always in motion, always flowing, we slip by and are never fully grasped. The slipping away is continuous, and carries all of us with it, on and on, toward the dreadful alchemy of the tomb.