Quotes About Fleeting

Everyone once, once only. Just once and no more. And we also once. Never again. But this having been once, although only once, to have been of the earth, seems irrevocable.

Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too, just once. And never again. But to have been this once, completely, even if only once: to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.

But because truly being here is so much; because everything here apparently needs us, this fleeting world, which in some strange way keeps calling to us. Us, the most fleeting of all. Once for each thing. Just once; no more. And we too, just once. And never again. But to have been this once, completely, even if only once: to have been at one with the earth, seems beyond undoing.

O shooting star that fell into my eyes and through my body-: not to forget you. To endure.

We only pass everything by like a transposition of air.

It was not in me It came and went I wanted to hold it It was held by wine (I no longer know what it was)

Oh quickly disappearing photograph in my more slowly disappearing hand.

a band of painted horses, all from that bright land that lingers for so long before it fades

Piensas de veras que tanto le habría estremecido tu leve paso, que huye como brisa de primavera? Si, asustasteis su corazón: pero más viejos terrores se desencadenaron en él al choque de ese contacto.

Ein Mal jedes, nur ein Mal. Ein Mal und nicht mehr. Und wir auch ein Mal. Nie wieder. Aber dieses ein Mal gewesen zu sein, wenn auch nur ein Mal: irdisch gewesen zu sein, scheint nicht widerrufbar.

das flüchtet... und sein Bangen ist groß, daß ihr es selber / wie schlank es entschwindet/ nach vielem Traurigsein erst wiederfindet, noch immer schreckhaft, warm und atemlos.

Can I say in twenty minutes what was building twenty-one years and ended in twenty seconds?

But as this fugitive sunlight Arrested & fixed And with the primal atoms mixed Is plant & man & rock So a fleeing thought Taken up in act & wrought Makes the air & the sun And hurls new systems out to run

Time isn't just a fleeting thing. It never moves forward without engraving its mark upon the heart.

Everything gains only momentary explanation.

they're here for a moment and then gone. At best they have liftoff power, or, to use a different analogy, they are like periodic flashes of lightning on a dark road, with no guiding power.

Sunsets we always liked because they only happen once and go away. But, Lena, that's sad. No, if the sunset stayed and we got bored, that would be a real sadness.

Sunsets are loved because they vanish. Flowers are loved because they go. The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart. These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns.

He felt his smile slide away, melt, fold over and down on itself like a tallow skin, like the stuff of a fantastic candle burning too long and now collapsing and now blown out.

The girl who had known the weather and never been burnt by fireflies, the girl who had known what dandelions meant rubbed off on your chin. Then, she would be gone.

She had a very thin face like the dial of a small clock seen faintly in a dark room in the middle of a night when you waken to see the time and see the clock telling you the hour and the minute and the second, with a white silence and a glowing, all certainty and knowing what it has to tell of the night passing swiftly on toward further darknesses, but moving also toward a new sun.

They are so confident they will run on forever. But they won't run on. They don't know that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that someday it'll have to hit. They see only the blaze, the pretty fire, as you saw it.

They are so confident that they will run on for ever. But they won't run on. They don't now that this is all one huge big blazing meteor that makes a pretty fire in space, but that someday it'll have to it. They see only the blaze, the pretty fire, as you saw it.

Life is short, misery sure, mortality certain.