Quotes About Fleeting

Although it comes only for a few minutes in most cases, its bloom endures and

What is will not last forever.

What dreams we have and how they fly Like rosy clouds across the sky; Of wealth, of fame, of sure success, Of love that comes to cheer and bless; And how they whither, how they fade, The waning wealth, the jilting jade — The fame that for a moment gleams, Then flies forever, — dreams, ah — dreams!

Nothing recedes into the vanishing point of time's rear-view faster than the truth.

Because there's a clock attached to every beautiful woman. From the second she comes into her own, she begins to decline, because she begins to age. Aging is every beautiful woman's kryptonite. And so, yes, it's ridiculous and no, you don't have much time and of course it's not fair. Those three statements are the essence of beauty.

Chanson d'automne Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'automne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Tout suffocant Et blême, quand Sonne l'heure, Je me souviens Des jours anciens Et je pleure ; Et je m'en vais Au vent mauvais Qui m'emporte Deçà, delà, Pareil à la Feuille morte.

Autumn Song" translated by Arthur Symons When a sighing begins In the violins Of the autumn-song, My heart is drowned In the slow sound Languorous and long Pale as with pain, Breath fails me when The hours toll deep. My thoughts recover The days that are over, And I weep. And I go Where the winds know, Broken and brief, To and fro, As the winds blow A dead leaf.

Women like Joe. They fall for him in that between-trains way.

Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other. Maybe it was a state of mind.

Without any further ceremony, Denys tipped his hat to me, and then the two men moved off down the road, turning a corner and passing out of sight. They might have been headed to another party, or to white steeds waiting to whisk them off to an enchanted palace. I would have believed a magic carpet as well, or any storybook ending. They were that lovely, and now they were gone. —

Maybe happiness was an hourglass already running out, the grains tipping, sifting past each other.

would all trickle through my fingers like so much red dust, for as long as childhood lasted it was a heaven fitted

I was blinded by stupidity for a brief moment in our life, for a flicker in the eternity in which you and I live, and I stumbled.

The Field of Mars, June, death, life, white nights, Dasha, Dimitri, the all came… And went. But there Alexander still was, standing on that street, on that curb, in the sun, looking at her under the elms, looking at provenance across from him provenance in a white dress with red roses, licking her ice cream with red lips, singing. His and only his for one hundred minutes, blink of an eye and gone. It all was.

The sunshine filtered in through the billowing white curtains. Tatiana knew there would be only an instant, a brief flicker of time that bathed her with the possibilities of the day. In a moment it would all be gone. And in a moment it was. Still...that sun streaking through the room, the distant rumble of buses through the open window, the slight wind. This was the part of Sunday that Tatiana loved most: the beginning.

pues así llegué a saber que toda la dicha humana, en fin, pasa como sueño, y quiero hoy aprovecharla

Qué es la vida? Una ficción, una sombra, una ilusión, y el mayor bien es pequeño; que toda la vida es sueño, y los sueños, sueños son.

This minute is passing. And it will never come again. Never in all the world. When it is gone, it is gone. No power on earth could bring it back again. - Carson McCullers

The One remains, the many change and pass;Heaven's light forever shines, earth's shadows fly;Life, like a dome of many-colored glass,Stains the white radiance of eternity,Until Death tramples it to fragments—Die,If thou wouldst be with that which thou dost seek!

Like the ghost of a dear friend dead Is Time long past. A tone which is now forever fled, A hope which is now forever past, A love so sweet it could not last, Was Time long past. There were sweet dreams in the night Of Time long past: And, was it sadness or delight, Each day a shadow onward cast Which made us wish it yet might last - That Time long past

Within the surface of the fleeting river The wrinkled image of the city lay, Immovably unquiet, and forever It trembles, but it never fades away;

Kiss me, so long but as a kiss may last!

It lasted just a moment, whatever that is. One held breath? An ant's afternoon?

Creo que eso es lo que me asusta: el carácter azaroso de todo. Que las personas que podrían ser importantes para ti pasen por tu lado y desaparezcan. O que pases por su lado y las dejes atrás ¿Cómo podrías saberlo?