Quotes About Fleeting

He'll come back to visit, but not to stay, not to live.

Being a model, you know, it's a short-lived vocation.

A loverboy's shelf life is very limited.

The whole basketball world, it's a fantasy and it's short-lived.

Nothing very very good and nothing very very bad ever lasts for very very long.

It's not like I'm back for bath-time and bedtime for the children. You're back when they are asleep and you go out before they wake up. Really, that time when they are young goes all too quickly.

Anything that can be proven cannot last.

When I was younger, I had a girlfriend. She was like a thousand-dollar perfume—unique, gorgeous, but then gone much too soon.

She, for her part, was accustomed to my leavings and didn't complain too much. But she still felt about me what she'd always felt, which was what I wouldn't really feel about her until after she was gone. I hate it when Daylight Savings Time starts while you're here, she told me while we were driving to the airport, because it means I have an hour less with you.

It's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we get to live only one life.

I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.

It's a shame that we have to live, but it's a tragedy that we only have one life

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.

Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're al trapped.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

I offer you the memory of a yellow rose seen at sunset, years before you were born.

Aquí también esa desconocida Y ansiosa y breve cosa que es la vida. (Here too the never understood, Anxious, and brief affair that is life.)

La muerte (o su alusión) hace preciosos y patéticos a los hombres. Estos conmueven por su condición de fantasmas; cada acto que ejecutan puede ser último; no hay rostro que no esté por desdibujarse como el rostro de un sueño. Todo entre los mortales tiene el valor de lo irrecuperable y de lo azaroso.

Moartea (ori pomenirea ei) îi face pe oameni preÈ›ioÈ™i È™i patetici. ?i condiÈ›ia lor de fantome te impresioneaz?; orice fapt? pe care o s?vârÈ™esc ar putea s? fie ultima. Nu exist? chip care s? nu se risipeasc? precum chipurile din vis. Pentru muritori, totul se afl? sub pecetea irecuperabilului È™i întâmpl?torului.

Smart lad, to slip betimes away From fields where glory does not stay And early though the laurel grows It withers quicker than the rose.

And yet all things, even strange and wondrous ones, lose their luster with time. They always do.

What is this slow blue dream of living, and this fevered death by dreaming?