Quotes About Fleeting

those seconds, half seconds, that line of our gaze connected, were the only moment in my day that i felt anything at all

Some people are like constellations who only touch the earth for a season.

pero los recuerdos estaban hechos de aire, y sus rastros se habian borrado.

Morimos con demasiada facilidad.

Diría que algunas personas son como las constelaciones, que solo tocan la Tierra durante una Temporada

Judith is whimpering, Susanna clutching her hand, so Agnes misses the moment, she misses seeing her son, the shroud see sewed for him, disappearing from view, entering the dark black river-sodden earth. It was there one moment, then she dipped her head to look at Judith and then it was gone. Never to be seen again.

When I looked back at him I saw that he was looking at her, I saw the way it was, that he might dissolve like sugar in water, and when I saw this I—

This peace will leave us as a cluster of dust...

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.

That was all it took – a shower of rain, the slam of a door, the thrust of a knife or a gunshot – and just like that, a person could be gone with nothing but the memories of others to show that they'd ever existed.

existence a temporary delusion—hadn

Andorinha Andorinha lá fora está dizendo: — "Passei o dia à toa, à toa!" Andorinha, andorinha, minha cantiga é mais triste! Passei a vida à toa, à toa . . .

CHAMA E FUMO Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... Medita no que vais fazer: O fumo vem, a chama passa... Gozo cruel, ventura escassa, Dono do meu e do teu ser, Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... Tanto ele queima! e, por desgraça, Queimado o que melhor houver, O fumo vem, a chama passa... Paixão puríssima ou devassa, Triste ou feliz, pena ou prazer, Amor - chama, e, depois, fumaça... A cada par que a aurora enlaça, Como é pungente o entardecer! O fumo vem, a chama passa...

Soledat! Soledat! Soledat! Desconeguts en els quals fixar el nostre afany impossible durant les breus hores d'una nit, rostres que un moment semblaven preciosos però que tot seguit calia avorrir, contactes furtius i sense satisfacció en les cambres anònimes on, més que estimar-nos, ens prostituïem...

Este sueño es corto, pero es feliz

No mi Valentín querido, eso no sucederá, porque este sueño es corto pero es feliz

within the space of a single lifetime, it was all gone.

Her sea-blue eyes shone behind curls that hid her brow, and all her face had that vivid radiance that is retained by ripe nectarines for only a day, but glows for three or four years on the smooth cheeks of young girls.

The charms of the passing woman are generally in direct proportion to the swiftness of her passing.

The places we have known do not belong solely to the world of space in which we situate them for our greater convenience. They were only a thin slice among contiguous impressions which formed our life at that time; the memory of a certain image is but regret for a certain moment; and houses, roads, avenues are as fleeting, alas, as the years.

The charms of a passing woman are usually in direct relation to the speed of her passing.

It is always thus, impelled by a state of mind which is destined not to last, we make our irrevocable decisions

Love...., ever unsatisfied, lives always in the moment that is about to come.

Everything that seems imperishable tends to extinguishment.