Quotes About Fleeting

Stars have their moments then they die.

For me, an image becomes meaningless inasmuch as it's always temporary.

True love isn't a fleeting thing; contrarily, it is a current of water that replenishes effortlessly, as its inherent, underlying duty is to do just that. Like truth, love shall set you free.

Between the anarchy of instincts and the tyranny of norms there extends the fleeting and pure territory of human perfection.

Hâtons-nous; le temps fuit et nous traîne avec soi: Le moment où je parle est déjà loin de moi.

But nothing is lasting in this world. Even joy begins to fade after only one minute. Two minutes later, and it is weaker still, until finally it is swallowed up in our everyday, prosaic state of mind, just as a ripple made by a pebble gradually merges with the smooth surface of the water.

Non è panno questo, ma gloria: come soffia un po' di vento vola via.

But nothing on this earth lasts for a long time, and thus even joy is not as vivid the second moment as it is the first; the third moment, it becomes still weaker, and finally it merges unnoticeably with the normal state of one's soul,

Venise à la qualité de disparaître en un instant,de ne pas courir derrière le train avec des clins d'œil à gauche et à droite comme le font d'autres villes, mais de sombrer aussitôt, comme si elle n'existait pas, comme si elle n'avait jamais existé.

Just because it won't last doesn't mean it isn't worth something.

We performed in front of the camera with unabashed joy, as if we lived only for that moment. And in fact we had, for our work did not stand the test of time. Our images -- quite literally -- crumbled.

This shooting star had apparently been sedentarized in my bailiwick-so, good.

Everything she heard, everything she saw seemed to be in disagreement with her own manner of understanding and feeling. To her, the sun did not appear red enough, the nights pale enough, the skies deep enough. Her fleeting conception of things and beings condemned her fatally to a perversion of her senses, to vagaries of the spirit and left her nothing but the torment of an unachieved longing, the torture of unfulfilled desires.

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

Mil cosas solicitan a la vez nuestra atención y ninguna de ellas logra retenernos; así la vida se nos vuelve arena entre los dedos y las horas humo en el cerebro.

Snow is all right while it is snowing; it is like inebriation because it is very pleasing when it is coming, but very unpleasing when it is going.

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Fame is like dust in a gusty wind. You never know in which way it is blowing. If you ever face the gust of the wind, don't get carried away.

Within our bodies disintegration inexorably advances; soon we shall fall sick and die. Our loved ones will leave us, the memory of them will dissolve in the tumult; nothing will remain. Just a few clothes in the wardrobe and someone in a photograph, no longer recognized. The most precious memories will dissipate. Everything will sink into darkness and vanish.

HERE TODAY AND GONE TOMORROW. ?O USE TO MILK IS YOUR SORROW

We live in a state of siege. If one takes a close look at each fragment of a moment, one might choke with terror. Within our bodies disintegration inexorably advances; soon we shall fall sick and die. Our loved ones will leave us, the memory of them will dissolve in the tumult; nothing will remain. Just a few clothes in the wardrobe and someone in a photograph, no longer recognized. The most precious memories will dissipate. Everything will sink into darkness and vanish.

The wind blows out, the bubble dies; The spring entomb'd in autumn lies; The dew dries up; the star is shot; The flight is past, and man forgot.

La gloire, c'est comme la gouache, ça prend très vite puis ça part à la première goutte de pluie.

The thought occurred to me as I lay there. You wait and wait for happiness, and when finally you can't bear it any longer, you rush out of the house, only to hear later that a marvelous happiness arrived the following day at the home you had abandoned, and now it was too late. Sometimes happiness arrives one night too late.