Quotes About Fleeting

One day she would surely vanish altogether, and there was no way to stop her. She was so busy forgetting, she couldn't take a single step into the future

Don't think this won't happen to you,' she hissed at all the pretty young girls passing by. 'Youth is fleeting. It's nothing but a dream. I'm where you're going. I'm what you'll be.

She thought that some people were like stories rather than whole books—at least the ones you never saw again. With people like that, you never knew what the real ending was.

She had the distinct impression that something was beginning and something was ending; there were just so many days like this left to them. Before they knew it, time would speed up and the future would appear on a street corner or in a park, and there they'd be, grown women who'd forgotten how long a summer could last.

for since Munro's chosen form is the short story, her overriding theme is brevity—look now, act now, contemplate now, because soon, very soon, this thing that involves you will be over.

I was here for a moment, and then I was gone. I wish you all a long and happy life.

And who's to say that just because something lasts only a short time, it has little value?

time is of all losses the most irrecuperable, for it can never be redeemed.

What came is gone forever every time

Rejoice in what you have. Power, wealth, fame, they are ghosts! They are like the breeze, impossible to hold. There is no grand destination. Every path ends at the Last Door. Revel in the sparks one person strikes from another.

Vengeance is a fleeting thrill. The doubts, we carry to our graves.

all trace of morning magnificence entirely wilted.

You can be as great a man as you please while you're alive. Makes not a straw of difference once you go back to the mud. And

Gratitude is like spring blooms, fine-smelling but short-lived. I'd keep a torch burning, d'you see, somewhere it brings to mind cities aflame. Make sure they stay grateful.

The best days of summer are the days of summer gone.

There's nothing in this warm, vegetal dusk that is not beautiful or that will last.

The price of being alive is that someday you aren't.

and realizes how there are all these moments, moments like just this one, there are all these moments, and how everyone lives their lives in these short, all-too-short moments. There are all these moments and what's so interesting, what makes them beautiful, is the fact that none of them last.

We live within such a tiny capsule of time yet it seems vast until death rudely makes it so insignificant.

As near as I can tell, he wished for this moment to last forever. So we sit and hold hands and I am always about to leave.

There are no sweeter words than this: nothing lasts forever.

One lives but once in the world.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

Everything transitory is but an image.