Quotes About Fleeting

Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death. [Lat., Truditur dies die, Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.]

Some things are more precious because they don't last long.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

I pressed her thigh and death smiled

They are not long, the days of wine and roses. Out of a misty dream, our path emerges for a while, then closes, within a dream.

As soon as one is born, one starts dying.

Like the dew on the mountain, like the foam on the river, like the bubble on the fountain, thou art gone, and for ever!

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.

What is born will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

So you find yourself surrounded by death and horror in the world, and you escape it into lust. But lust has no duration; it leaves you again in the desert.

La vida es un breve periodo de tiempo durante el que estamos vivos.

It is luck to love someone who is free to love you in return. But I don't. I just desire him, desire him and desire him; and I wait for it to burn out. Everything I have ever gained has always turned to ashes after a little while. Why should this be any different?

Men's pleasure swells in a brief space of time,   and likewise falls to the ground, shaken by an adverse judgement.

I'm an apple, tossed here by someone who loves you, Xanthippe. But you should nod assent: after all, you and I will both waste away.

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Unfortunately, mortal life is very fragile, and very short. Yours could be shorter than usual.

we're just paper on a shelf, in the end

Happiness, however brief, always matters.

I suspected that what happens in hotel rooms rarely lasts outside of them. I suspected that when something was a beginning and an ending at the same time, that meant it could only exist in the present.

What's the one thing we want when it comes to the people we love? Time. And what's the scariest thing about how love goes? Time. The thing we want the most is the thing we fear the most, I guess. Time is going to run out. But in the meantime we have... everything.

Dreams that are as rich as cream while they unfold are skim milk when we wake, and in time they wash out of our minds, leaving as little residue as water filtered through cheesecloth.

Mother seemed to wish that she'd never had a childhood, perhaps because all delight was fleeting and because the promise of one day was not fulfilled even just until the next.