Quotes About Fleeting

Affirmation from others is fickle and fleeting. If you want to make an impact during your lifetime, you have to trade the praise you could receive from others for the things of value that you can accomplish. You can't be "one of the boys" and follow your destiny at the same time.

Hurry, hurry, hurry," she said, for it was dark then, and she knew that we are bound, one to another, in licentious benevolence for only a single day, and that day was nearly over.

He might have been compared to a summer's day, particularly the last hours of one.

Hurry and Make your move before I'm gone, because people change and hearts move on.

Love is like a moment, once its gone you can't get it back, you're left to ponder on what could have been.

Experience has taught me that what you love, you should love all the harder because someday it will be gone.

I thought you walked into my life but you didn't walk into it, you walked past it.

I wrote your name on sand, it got washed. I wrote it in air, it was blown away. I wrote it on my heart and I got a heart attack.

It wont matter in a year and it wont be remembered in 10 years.

I wrote our names on a foggy window and watched them fade away...just like we did.

Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

Easy come, easy go.

Life is a terminal disease.

I may just be a little candle In your life. I may burn out and melt after a little while. But I wish within that time, My light touches your heart... Even for a while...

A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I'll just be one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder

Death devours all lovely things.

Feasts and business and pleasure and enjoyments seem great things to us, whilst we think of nothing else; but as soon as we add death to them they all sink into an equal littleness.

Unsubstantial Death is amorous.

Death is a bored clerk, with too many orders to fill. There is no reckoning. No profound moment. It creeps up on us from behind, and snatches us away while we shit.

The world didn't end with a whimper or a bang. Your life finished in complete silence. Gone in a blink. And then there was nothing.

Seventy years of life is nothing in front of a single day of death

Cada suspiro es como un sorbo de vida del que uno se deshace.

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.