Quotes About Fleeting

All day I've built a lifetime and now the sun sinks to undo it.

Ver a una mujer: solo por un segundo, solo por el breve lapso de una mirada, para luego volver a perderla, en la oscuridad de un pasillo, tras una puerta que me está vedado abrir...

Life is an illusion that last too little.

Soir, 10 h 30. Le présent, voilà, mou, indistinct : la rencontre est terminée. Il était à Rome, Florence ! Et Avignon au retour. Qu'en conclure ? Pur hasard, ou bien désir de connaître ce que je connais aussi

Je ne peux pas dire que les hommes me perdent, ce n'est que mon désir qui me perd, la soumission à (ou la quête de) quelque chose de terrible, que je ne comprends pas, né dans l'union avec un corps, et aussitôt disparu.

Sauver quelque chose du temps où l'on ne sera plus jamais. »

You're never promised your next breath.

Beauty always promises, but never gives anything.

We have lived long enough to experience the hollowness of earth and the rottenness of all carnal promises.

Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.

The languor of Youth - how unique and quintessential it is! How quickly, how irrecoverably, lost!

All the bright precious things fade so fast, and they don't come back.

He snatched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his burred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

The track curved and now it was going away from the sun, which as it sank lower, seemed to spread itself in benediction over the vanishing city where she had drawn her breath. He stretched out his hand desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she had made lovely for him. But it was all going by too fast now for his blurred eyes and he knew that he had lost that part of it, the freshest and the best, forever.

You remind me of a smoked cigarette.

But magic must hurry on, and the lovers remain...

You can't live forever; you can't live forever.

There was nothing, it seemed, that grew stale so soon as pleasure.

A squalid phantasmagoria of breath

December tumbled like a dead leaf from the calendar.

All the bright precious things fade so fast.

Benny McClenahan arrived always with four girls. They were never quite the same ones in physical person but they were so identical one with another that it inevitably seemed they had been there before. I have forgotten their names — Jaqueline, I think, or else Consuela or Gloria or Judy or June, and their last names were either the melodious names of flowers and months or the sterner ones of the great American capitalists whose cousins, if pressed, they would confess themselves to be.

Because desire just cheats you. It's like a sunbeam skipping here and there about a room. It stops and gilds some inconsequential object, and we poor fools try to grasp it—but when we do the sunbeam moves on to something else, and you've got the inconsequential part, but the glitter that made you want it is gone—