Quotes About Fleeting

Sometimes someone will be standing in front of me, and already I feel him walking away. It's only a matter of time, so what's the point?

Just as the poppy and the dandelion are scythed down in the flower of their youth by the pitiless scythe of the pitiless scyther who pitilessly scythes their pitiful pans, so poor Renski has played the pretty poppy's pitiful part.

Like glimpses of forgotten dreams.

Other life pulsed about them — and was gone.

Ah that such sweet things should be fleet,Such fleet things sweet!

We are not sure of sorrow; and joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.

Algernon Charles Swinburne

You can't put a pin through a summer.

The nights are sooner, chillier, the light a little less each time.

Hope is exactly that, that's all it is, a matter of how we deal with the negative acts towards human beings by other human beings in the world, remembering that they and we are all human, that nothing human is alien to us, the foul and the fair, and that most important of all we're here for a mere blink of the eyes, that's all.

For what is a flower but lifes expressed passion for itself. Sudden and brief, but certain and eternal at the same time

You know some minutes warn you they're going to be mighty short and you'd better take a snapshot of 'em while you can. ("Golden Baby")

it goes away and you almost forget it but emotions stay

one of the many mass-produced particles of time

you are so bodiless, so barely there

and half-formed faces float out and vanish too undulating to be actual

and the whole apparition only ever known backwards already too late now almost gone

not yet continuous no more than a shiver of something

she never quite completes her sentence but is always almost

His love for my mother wasn't about looking back and loving something that would never change. It was about loving my mother for everything -- for her brokenness and her fleeing, for her being there right then in that moment before the sun rose and the hospital staff came in. It was about touching that hair with the side of his fingertip, and knowing yet plumbing fearlessly the depths of her ocean eyes.

Consider that this day ne'er dawns again.

If only the Fates had granted him a longer stay in this

I feel like I'm caught in time, caught in a perfect moment inside a snow globe that maybe I'd beg my mom for at a gas station, and I can't find my breath, and my knees feel a little wobbly, and I try to remind myself to remember this moment, to hold on to it forever, to seal it up like we really are in that snow globe and to never let anything shatter the bubble that envelops us, that protects us from everything else around us in the outside world.

Cent soixante-cinq minutes creuses et moches pour dix secondes de splendeur, cela correspondait aux proportions de l'existence humaine: soixante-dix années de vie pour une semaine d'extase.