Quotes About Fleeting

Fundamentally, all writing is about the same thing; it's about dying, about the brief flicker of time we have here, and the frustration that it creates.

No one will remember you.

The world's delight is a brief dream.

El bar bulle de animación, y las incesantes rondas de cócteles atraviesan flotando el jardín, y lo impregnan, y hasta el aire se vivifica con las conversaciones y las risas, y las insinuaciones sin importancia y las presentaciones olvidadas al instante, y los encuentros entusiastas entre mujeres que jamás han sabido el nombre de la otra.

Et Jehanne, la bonne Lorraine, Qu'Anglais brulerent a Rouen, Ou sont-elles, Vierge souv'raine, Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

Sje?anje nikada ne obnavlja stvarnost. Ono je samo preure?uje. Sva ta preure?enja mijenjaju original, postaju?i na taj na?in vanjski okviri za preporuke koje neizbježno brzo propadaju.

If you must label the absolute, use its proper name: Temporary.

there might be a certain fastidious courtesy in dying without a trace

Hrvaš li se sa snovima? Boriš li se sa sjenama? Osje?aš li se kao da spavaš? Vrijeme je isteklo. Život ti je ukraden. Potrošio si ga na sitnice, ti žrtvo vlastitih ludosti.

If you must label the absolute, use its proper name: Temporary. —THE STOLEN JOURNALS

My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up.

Baby one night somebody Going to strike a match on a tombstone And read your name.

Moreover, we forget things every day, so in a sense we are constantly dissolving into nothingness.

Our endless days are numbered.

There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me. I feel that they were calm and beautiful. It must be so, for I often hear people talking about them as though they were.

You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away.

Official decisions are as elusive as young girls.

As happiness recedes into dreams, the passion ended where it began: in sleepness.

There has never been a time in which I have been convinced from within myself that I am alive. You see, I have only such a fugitive awareness of things around me that I always feel they were once real and are now fleeting away. I have a constant longing, my dear sir, to catch a glimpse of things as they may have been before they show themselves to me. I feel that then they were calm and beautiful. It must be so, for I often hear people talking about them as though they were.

The time allotted to you is so short that if you lose one second you have already lost your whole life, for it is no longer, it is always just as long as the time you lose.

Mein Großvater pflegte zu sagen: 'Das Leben ist erstaunlich kurz. Jeztz in der Erinnerung drängt es sich mir so zusammen, daß ich zum Beispiel kaum begreife, wie ein junger Mensch sich entschließen kann ins nächste Dorf zu reiten, ohne zu fürchten, daß - von unglücklichen Zufällen ganz abgesehen - schon die Zeit des gewöhnlichen, glücklich ablaufenden Lebens für einen solchen Ritt bei weitem nicht hinreicht.

Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

My own idea is that these things are as piffle before the wind.