Quotes About Fleeting

Only a newspaper! Quick read, quick lost, Who sums the treasure that it carries hence? Torn, trampled under feet, who counts thy cost, Star-eyed intelligence?

The bitterness of joy lies in the knowledge that is cannot last. Nor should joy last beyond a certain season, for, after that season, even joy would become merely habit.

todo viaja hacia su difuminación lentamente nada más ocurrir y hasta mientras acontece

A paz, infelizmente, é sempre apenas aparente, e transitória, um fingimento.

La vida es un frágil aliento, el delicado rumor de la seda al doblarse y se va tan deprisa, esfumándose, como los hilos de humo que desprenden las últimas pavesas de la hoguera

You take it for granted that it's always going to be that way; then without warning, it's gone. In an instant, all you're left with are the things you wanted to say, the hopes and dreams you'll never realize, a hole where your heart used to be.

Nothing ever gets anywhere. The earth keeps turning round and round and gets nowhere. The moment is the only thing that counts.

În acest spa?iu ?i acest timp eram ca ni?te fire de praf care nu-?i g?seau fericirea decât în confuzie ?i distrugere.

Certain acts dazzle us and light up blurred surfaces, if our eyes are sharp enough to see them in a flash, for the beauty of a living thing can be grasped only fleetingly. To pursue it during its changes leads us inevitably to the moment when it ceases, for it cannot last a lifetime. And to analyze it, that is, to pursue it in time with the sight and the imagination, is to view it in its decline, for following the marvelous moment in which it reveals itself, it diminishes in intensity.

When we're young, and we dream of love and fulfillment, we think perhaps of moon-drenched Parisian nights or walks along the beach at sundown. No one tells us that the greatest moments of a lifetime are fleeting, unplanned and nearly always catch us off guard.

Youth's a stuff will not endure.

Life shouldn't be easy to lose. It's everything we have. The only thing we have, really--then gone so fast.

searches her gauzy memories, but it's no use. She can't remember why, and it doesn't matter anyway.

Death can do that, make reality as hard to hold on to as water dripping through your fingers.

Isn't it really true that life is so beautiful because it's so fleeting and fragile?

I know you may not stay with me forever," he said just last night, "but I'm so grateful to have you now, and for as long as you can stay.

She thought she need not worry about her youth; it wasted itself spontaneously, like sunshine elsewhere or firelight in an empty room.

There's something about a showgirl that always breaks my heart. Youth and beauty-they're such a short lease, girlie.

life is both dangerous and fleeting, and thus there is no point in denying yourself pleasure or adventure while you are here.

The war had invested me with an understanding that life is both dangerous and fleeting, and thus there is no point in denying yourself pleasure or adventure while you are here.

I managed to fall in love with him within the space of just a few hours, which is a model of efficiency. (The young can do that kind of thing, as you must know, without difficulty. In fact, passionate love, executed in short bursts, is the natural condition of the young..)

Life, if you keep chasing it so hard, will drive you to death. Time - when pursued like a bandit - will behave like one; always remaining one county or one room ahead of you, changing its name and hair color to elude you, slipping out the back door of the motel just as you're banging through the lobby with your newest search warrant, leaving only a burning cigarette in the ashtray to taunt you.

Shakespeare had all these sonnets where what he said came down to this: Youth is fleeting and you'd better get married and have children and make a copy of the beauty you own because the world owns it too.

There are people who stick in one's memory much more clearly after a brief acquaintance than others whom one sees day after day after a long period.