Quotes About Fleeting

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.

She was a thin, a thin burning flame, colorless yet fresh. Her smile came first slowly, shy and bold, as if all the life of that little body had gathered for a moment around her mouth and the rest of her was a wisp that the least wind would blow away. She was a changeling whose lips were the only point of contact with reality.

Softly the two names lingered on the air, died away more slowly than other words, other names, slower than music in the mind.

He desired her and, so far as her virginal emotions went, she contemplated a surrender with equanimity. Yet she knew she would forget him half an hour after she left him - like an actor kissed in a picture.

And that taught me you can't have anything, you can't have anything at all. 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.

Solo son cenizas flotando

I had a dog—at least I had him for a few days until he ran away

Things are sweeter when they're lost. I know—because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot. And when I got it it turned to dust in my hands.

But there was Jordan beside me, who, unlike Daisy, was too wise ever to carry well-forgotten dreams from age to age. As we passed over the dark bridge her wan face fell lazily against my coat's shoulder and the formidable stroke of thirty died away with the reassuring pressure of her hand. So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight. *

Isabella had been for some time capable of very strong, if very transient emotions...

He stretched out his had desperately as if to snatch only a wisp of air, to save a fragment of the spot that she (Daisy) 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 can't live forever, you can't live forever.

A person lives for years, touches so many people, and then at the end winds up just a small picture and a few paragraphs in the paper, the paper gets thrown away, and it's all over.

Lo! willow leaves have gone, Without getting grey-haired.

Every gesture is a dead dream.

Dusk shrouds the long and useless day. Even the hope it denied us crumbles To nothing . . . Life is a drunken beggar Holding out his hand to his own shadow.

Que de tu cuerpo de ánfora inútil sepa yo extraer el alma de los nuevos versos y de tu ritmo lento de ola efímera, sepan mis dedos temblorosos buscar las líneas pérfidas de una prosa virgen de ser oída.

Después morirá el planeta giratorio en que todo esto ocurrió.

A MORTE CHEGA CEDO   A morte chega cedo, Pois breve é toda vida O instante é o arremedo De uma coisa perdida.   O amor foi começado, O ideal não acabou, E quem tenha alcançado Não sabe o que alcançou.   E tudo isto a morte Risca por não estar certo No caderno da sorte

The things we achieve, whether empires or sentences, have (because they've been achieved) that fatal defect of real things: the fact they're perishable.

Patsai gyvenimas yra mirimas, nes n?ra n? dienos, kuri jo nedaryt? viena diena trumpesnio.

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

But only a brief moment is granted to the brave one breath or two, whose wage is the long nights of the grave.

In all our quest of greatness, like wanton boys, whose pastime is their care, we follow after bubbles, blown in the air.