Quotes About Fleeting

Everything in this world is temporary, you can take nothing when our time ends,so enjoy every second of your life.

Enjoy in good things as much as you can, because everything ends someday, but good memories stays forever.

The bones are a reminder of our mortality, of the fleeting nature of life. But they are also a reminder of the immortality of the spirit, of the enduring legacy that we leave behind." (Kneubuhl 76)

I held my breath and wished for that moment to last as long as it possibly could, because a waking dream is always more fleeting than a sleeping one.

We are nothing here but just candles burning in the wind.

Here are the tears of things; mortality touches the heart.

Thrice would I have thrown my arms about her neck, and thrice the ghost embraced fled from my grasp: like a fluttering breeze, like a fleeting dream.

The best day… is the first to flee.

The mind is the most capricious of insects — flitting, fluttering.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

We stayed here for only a few hours. We rested and went on. But the camera snatched this fraction of a second from the eternal flow of time and froze it forever. At this moment we didn't know that in a few hours we would fall into an ambush. At this moment, while we were filling our canteens from the stream, we didn't yet know that we would stay in the mountains for three days without a drop of water. We didn't yet know anything …

Man is in love and loves what vanishes.

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O never give the heart outright, from "Never give all the heart

For that pale breast and lingering hand Come from a more dream-heavy land, A more dream-heavy hour than this; And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew.

In headaches and in worry Vaguely life leaks away, And Time will have his fancy To-morrow or to-day.

Is life a boon? If so, it must befall That Death, whene'er he call, Must call too soon. Though fourscore years he give, Yet one would pray to live Another moon! What kind of plaint have I, Who perish in July? I might have had to die, Perchance, in June! Is life a thorn? Then count it not a whit! Man is well done with it; Soon as he's born He should all means essay To put the plague away; And I, war-worn, Poor captured fugitive, My life most gladly give - I might have had to live, Another morn!

Another flashing chance at bliss Another kiss, another kiss

It was my first big chance, but here I was, sitting back and letting it run through my fingers like so much water.

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

Life is like a very short visit to a toy shop between birth and death.

Better was it to go unknown and leave behind you an arch, then to burn like a meteor and leave no dust.

Between our birth and death we may touch understanding, As a moth brushes a window with its wing

Death may call any moment. Every moment, everyone is nearing death.

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