Quotes About Fleeting

Es bueno que te quieran, aunque no dure. Es bueno saber que érase una vez Gat y yo.

The volume of their past must be restored to its shelf, and here, here was the place, amid darkness and perishing flowers.

Ah! The transitory joy of the past week had been but the lightning's arrowy course scathing where it illumined!

Remember that we must all die: all these personal relations we try to live by are temporary. I used to feel death selected people, it is a notion one gets from novels, because some of the characters are usually left talking at the end. Now 'death spares no one' begins to be real.

She and the victim seemed alone in a world of unreality, and she loved him absolutely, perhaps for half an hour.

Time passes, but memories linger.

The snows and the roses of yesterday are vanished; And what is love but a rose that fades?

Gather therefore the Rose, whilst yet is prime,For soon comes age, that will her pride deflower:Gather the Rose of love, whilst yet is time.

One day I wrote her name upon the strand, But came the waves and washèd it away: Again I wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.

A ghost in marble of a girl you knew Who would have loved you in a day or two.

Into each dance must be packed the panic and ecstasy of her last moment of life, for underneath was death.

And you as well must die, beloved dust, And all your beauty stand you in no stead; This flawless, vital hand, this perfect head, This body of flame and steel, before the gust.

The sun that warmed our stooping backs and withered the weed uprooted- We shall not feel it again. We shall die in darkness, and be buried in the rain.

Death devours all lovely things: Lesbia with her sparrow Shares the darkness - presently Every bed is narrow. Unremembered as old rain Dries the sheer libation; And the little petulant hand Is an annotation. After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was not love, Just because it perished? — Edna St. Vincent Millay, "Passer Mortuus Est," Second April . (New York: Mitchell Kennerley, 1921)

If I had loved you less or played you slyly I might have held you for a summer more

We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.

que a veces se nos va

Childhood: it was like trying to chart an entire continent by the brief flare of a firework. Except that you had no idea that this was your only chance to explore for free, and instead you spent the five seconds of precious light gawping at the sky, stuffing treacle into your mouth. And then it went dark again.

So passes away the glory of the world.

Little ladybug on my arm you wear a heart as part of your charm You joined me on this sunny day just for a moment then you flew away.

Our days on the earth are as a shadow.

Every man at his best state is altogether vanity.

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

Because they had no root, they withered away.