Quotes About Fleeting

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils ... - Louis Hector Berlioz

Here at last is her smile: burn it into your memory; you won't see it often.

The smile was so painfully swift and fleeting that it was like the flash of a knife.

But we don't get to choose what sticks. How many times I have run my fingers along a picket fence and thought, This! I will remember this moment always! and all that remains is the memory of a desire to hold on to a memory.

have not got to where I vow to remember this. But we don't get to choose what sticks. How many times I have run my fingers along a picket fence and thought, "This! I will remember this moment always!" and all that remains is the memory of a desire to hold on to a memory. My uncle told me that every fall the dragonflies in Brazil return to the lake where they were born to touch down once more before dying. I have taken it on myself to remember this for him.

Force is all conquering, but it's victories are short lived.

We only have so much time, Mary," I remember saying. "Time will kill you – it really will.

Life is fragile, fleeting, and precious. And to live at all is miracle enough.

first impression is often just that, a quick snapshot that on its own merit is meaningless. After a vacation, in time, it gets lost in a shoe box full of them.

Sometimes the course of our lives depends on what we do or don't do in a few seconds, a heartbeat, when we either seize the opportunity, or just miss it. Miss the moment and you never get a chance again.

Mutluluk, bizim beklentilerimizdeki gibi kesintisiz ve uzun süren bir memnuniyet duygusu deÄŸildir. Aksine, akl?n ve bilincin de iÅŸin içinde olduÄŸu, k?sac?k ve tesadüfi bir olgudur; k?sa bir süre için dünyay? çok net alg?lar?z; geçmiÅŸin ve geleceÄŸin olumlu düÅŸünceleri bir araya gelir ve endiÅŸeler ortadan kaybolur. Fakat bu durumun on dakikadan daha uzun sürdüÄŸü pek nadirdir.

And I think of the night-blooming cereus, a plant that looks like a leathery weed most of the year. But for one night each summer its flower opens to reveal silky white petals, which encircle yellow lacelike threads, and another whole flower like a tiny sea anemone within the outer flower. By morning, the flower has shriveled. One night of the year, as delicate and fleeting as a life in the universe.

Your pretty empire took so long to build, now, with a snap of history's fingers, down it goes.

As a light briefly flares between the eternities of darkness that precede and follow us, our concern is to make sure that we enjoy its fugitive consolation.

Enjoy life, because quick as the wind blows in, it disappears the same way, what I'm hinting at, just like our lives on earth, we appear; and we also depart.

Life is like a very short visit to a toyshop between birth and death.

Love is immortal, and it goes beyond satisfying some fleeting physical hunger. In other words, sweetheart," her mother explained, "sex won't make up for the lack of love, no matter how good it is

We lived our lives as if life was forever. To live one's life without a sense of time is to squander it.

Beauty flourishes on sorrow. It's enriched by the knowledge that life is fleeting, sometimes cruel, and often ends without resolution.

The initial delight of being spotted lasts about a week and four days.

Ona "Dikkat et Giovanni Drogo!" diyecek hiç kimse yoktu.GençliÄŸinin solmaya baÅŸlam?? olmas?na raÄŸmen ,inatç? bir yan?lsama sonucu ,yaÅŸam bitmek bilmezmiÅŸ gibi görünüyordu gözüne.Ama Drogo,zaman?n ne olduÄŸundan habersizdi.Önünde tanr?lar gibi,yüzlerce gençlik y?l? olsa dahi,ona düÅŸen pay hep küçücük olacakt?.

her ÅŸey, insanlar, mevsimler, bulutlar, her ÅŸey kaç?p gidiyordu...

Sesinde, tesadüfen ya da bir düÅŸ k?r?kl???n?, belki de gerçek bir üzüntüyü yans?tan bir titreme oldu.

Entretanto o tempo voava; sem reparar nos homens, passava aqui e ali pelo mundo, mortificando as coisas bonitas; e ninguém conseguia escapar-lhe, nem mesmo as crianças recém-nascidas, ainda desprovidas de nome.