Quotes About Fleeting

When you're in sports, you have such a limited time and then, it's all over with, finished.

It's a mantra I've lived by for as long as I can remember. Nothing lasts for ever.

Morta? - repetiu Sophie. Ela teve o tolo impulso de acrescentar: Mas estava viva a uma hora! No entanto, se conteve, porque a morte é assim: as pessoas estão vivas até que morrem.

Miss Lea, it does not do to get attached to these secondary characters It's not their story. They come, they go, and when they go they're gone for good. That's all there is to it.

The storyteller gave me a sideways look. Miss Lea, it doesn't do to get attached to these secondary characters. It's not their story. They come and go, and when they're gone, they're gone for good. That is all there is to it.

No conviene encariñarse con los personajes secundarios. No es su historia. Vienen, se van, y una vez que se han ido ya no vuelven. Eso es todo.

but death so rapidly undoes a person, and the detail of her face was hard to recall in any ordinary way.

What are minnows but brief flashes? And what are thoughts? And how do you capture a brief flash, even for a second?

How indescribable the scent of autumn flowers was– barely a scent at all, really; just a faint, strange smell, pleasant but sad. Could a smell be sad or was it just the association with the dying summer?

It is all falling indelibly into the past.

The world was a series of fleeting gratifications.

a closeness that felt sorry and cheap the minute she walked out of the room.

I liked being with Wilder. The world was a series of fleeting gratifications. He took what he could, then immediately forgot it in the rush of a subsequent pleasure. It was this forgetfulness I envied and admired.

Any action, in the fullness of time, sinks to nothingness.

How quickly he fell; how soon it was over.

He's telling you that living things don't last—it's all temporary. Death in life.

And as the light flickered over it in bands, I had the queasy sense of my own life, in comparison, as a patternless and transient burst of energy, a fizz of biological static just as random as the street lamps flashing past.

I was different, but it wasn't. And as the light flickered over it in bands, I had the queasy sense of my own life, in comparison, as a patternless and transient burst of energy, a fizz of biological static just as random as the street lamps flashing past.

Probably I'll be dead soon.

won't last, it's

They had spoken and passed like ships at sea, in this wide life, and now who could count the miles and billows between them! Never to cross or come in sight again!

The first breath of autumn was in the air, a prodigal feeling, a feeling of wanting, taking, and keeping before it is too late.

He turned to pull the door closed and the warm air from the hall rushed through the narrow opening again. As he saw the yellow paper, the pencil flying, scooped off the desk and, unimpeded by the glassless window, sail out into the night and out of his life, Tom Benecke burst into laughter and then closed the door behind him.

Every experience that arises passes away.