Quotes About Fleeting

Cinta ini indah, Minke, terlalu indah, yang bisa didapatkan dalam hidup manusia yang pendek ini.

But life is just a party, and parties weren't meant to last.

Al capdavall, només vivim un o dos cops.

To all light things I compared her: to a snowflake, a feather

My patience, like my time in this world, grows shorter.

Satan said, You are a temp in life.

Pluck this little flower and take it, delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. I may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by. Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

When we feel for certain that we are alive, then we know for certain that we shall go on living. Those who have never put life to the test, in all possible ways, these keep on crying out: Life is fleeting, Life is waning, Life is like a dew-drop on a lotus leaf. But, isn't life inconstant? Only because its movement is unceasing. The moment you stop this movement, that moment you begin to play the drama of Death.

Pluck this little flower and take it. Delay not! I fear lest it droop and drop into the dust. It may not find a place in thy garland, but honour it with a touch of pain from thy hand and pluck it. I fear lest the day end before I am aware, and the time of offering go by. Though its colour be not deep and its smell be faint, use this flower in thy service and pluck it while there is time.

catastrophes of nature whose traces are soon forgotten.

I have fallen in love with you, and there is no future for us. That you burst into my life suddenly only a short time ago. That it's too fast, too soon, and you will leave the same way you came into my life. I'll turn around one day and you'll be gone.

Vulgar and common persons, as they carry nothing out of this world, so they leave nothing in it: they receive no eminency in their birth, they acquire none in their life, they have none when they die, they leave none at their death.

Waking from any fever dream, one retains, above all, impressions seared into memory.

We only live once and tomorrow is not promised. If I can walk in here and see a beautiful smile on your face, or even a conversation with my teammates in the locker room, that's the best part. That's living. That's life.

Life is so, so short. The Bible says it's like a vapor.

Life is a blink. It really is, it zips right past you.

Success is fine, but success is fleeting. Significance is lasting.

Success is very ephemeral. You depend entirely on the desire of others, which makes it difficult to relax.

Success is extremely ephemeral and very hard to hold onto.

Young Jimmy Dean fell off the world as suddenly as he had come.

Integrity is so perishable in the summer months of success.

I am enthralled until the last ball Djokovic hits, and the moment it is over and he is on his knees eating grass, I sink into my chair, cannot believe I have spent another fleeting fortnight of the few summers I have left caring about the outcome of contests I will have forgotten in the blink of an eye, and begin to question my sanity.

For our part, when we feel, we evaporate; ah, we breathe ourselves out and away; with each new heartfire we give off a fainter scent. True, someone may tell us: you're in my blood, this room, Spring itself is filled with you . . . To what end? He can't hold us, we vanish within him and around him.

We are not allowed to linger, even with what is most intimate.