Quotes About Fleeting

Love made things feel precarious, and, when you got right down to it, everything in life was tenuous and fleeting and ultimately tragic.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is fast. And it keeps speeding up. Sometimes I lose track of the season—or even the year. And we just have to make the best of it all. Our choices. Our fleeting moments together.

I'm not saying it's healthy to be past-obsessed, ferreting out details of every ex. But it's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is that life is fast. And it keeps speeding up. Sometimes I lose track of the season - or even the year. And we just have to make the best of it all. Our choices. Our fleeting moments together.

But it's simply human nature to have an occasional, fleeting interest in someone whom you once loved.

Our choices. Our fleeting moments together.

Happiness as un-pin-downable as a louse: you feel the tickle of its passage but your fingers close on nothing.

He was a super shiny boy and I liked the shape of him. Under the blanket. In the shower. I liked his shadow on the street and his imprint on the sofa. I hated the smell of hair gel on his head, but I loved it on the pillow. I love the smell of losing someone.

It would take less than a second for you to die. But that's quite long enough to be in mortal agony, don't you think?

Wowbagger could not hold her eyes. "I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain.

But the fact is, she [the muse] won't be summoned. She alights when it damn well pleases her. She falls in love with one artist, then deserts him for another. She's a real bitch!

Some people are like shooting stars. They burst through our lives in a spectacular arc, but they don't stay long. They just leave a trail.

Some people are like shooting stars. They burst through our lives in a spectacular arc, but they don't stay long. They just leave a trail ~Illuminated

Dimentichiamo che la vita è fragile, friabile, effimera. Facciamo tutti finta di essere immortali.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

Jedes Glück ist flüchtig, ob es nun eine Woche anhält oder dreißig Jahre; man weint die gleichen Tränen, wenn der letzte Tag heranbricht, und würde um einen Aufschub seine Seele verkaufen.

Nous les aimons, ils meurent. Nous avons beau essayé de les retenir, ils nous glissent entre les doigts, ils s'en vont, ils meurent.

We think- oh, we will never forget these northern lights, but we do. What we remember is only the curling picture in the left-hand drawer (Presque Isle, Maine, 1934) or a gorgeous half-page photo in an old travel magazine, but what we saw when we held hands, lifting our chins to the sky as if we could leap into the jagged, jeweled brilliance above us, was seen for ten seconds only, and never again.

all happiness is fleeting, but I see now that there is fleeting and then there is the true and wall-like impossibility of ever experiencing this kind of happiness again, even once, even next week, let alone a year from now. Doors are closing around us, all the time.

Bobby cried out, groaned, and fell forward, coming that quickly, too quickly, because the white light would fade, would drain from them like come, and they would be left, just their heartbeats, alone in the darkness of an uncertain world.

whole life. What you had for a couple of months. What you're giving up again.

Le labbra di Walter erano dolci, ma il bacio troppo breve. Non si poteva far stare una vita intera in un singolo incontro di labbra, anche volendo.

Life is the time spent before death

To-day belongs to me, To-morrow who can tell.