Quotes About Fleeting

Music moves me - duh - and that is like having a window opening on a heightened reality, but the effect is fleeting: When the music ends, the magic, the uplifting, vanishes and the window slams shut. Words, on the other hand, by the nature of how they work, emotions evoked by dint of carefully laid out thoughts, have a more lingering effect.

Days of wine and roses laugh and run away, like a child at play.

They are not long, the days of wine and roses.

Webs are made mostly of spaces. They break easily. They barely exist. They belong to the category of half-things: mist, smoke, shrouds, ghosts, membranes, retinas or rags; and they quickly fill up with un-things: old legs and wings and heads and hollow abdomens and body bags of wasps.

Pleasures take to themselves wings and fly away; true knowledge remains forever.

To do what I love every day and have the support of the fans, it does not happen like this all the time, so it is important to be thankful... I know it doesn't last forever, and we have to get it while we can.

I'm really thankful for the popularity of 'Strong Woman Do Bong Soon,' but I know it's only temporary.

The problem with technology, as with fashion, is that it's impossible to be 'in' forever.

The problem with hashtags is if someone starts a new hashtag, people move on.

Theater is a thankless art. When the curtain goes down, that is all. It doesn't really mean anything. Memories are very short, and fame is extremely fleeting.

The perfection in theater is that it's over the second it's done.

What I love about theatre is that it disappears as it happens.

Too soon, the day had aged.

The March sun had warmed the land and brought out the buds. Mel had a fleeting thought that seeing this place in full bloom would be glorious, but then reminded herself that she would miss it.

Life was precious and not to be taken for granted,

Well, I think it's beautiful. A word for remembering small moments destined to be lost.

Dreaming was only nice while it lasted.

J'étais tellement heureux que je voulais mourir parce que le bonheur il faut le saisir pendant qu'il est là.

The lot of the bride to be wed before bed desired until rotten. The lot of the author to be read before bed admired then forgotten.

The youthful body untouched decays the fastest, for no living hands record its splendor; and here youth and time are wasted.

I care not that this moment's lot was thin and sparsely dealt; all pleasures sweet can be forgot the instant they are felt.

It's not that we have to leave this life one day, it's how many things we have to leave all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, wine, summertime, drunkenness, and the physics of falling leaves, clothing, myrrh, perfumed hair, flirting friends, two strangers' glance; the reflection of the moon, with words like, 'Soon' ... 'do you want me?' ... '...to lie enlaced' ... 'and sleep entwined' thinking ahead, with thoughts behind...?' Ô, Why! Why can't we leave this life slowly?

Your living or dying is just a piss in the ocean.

99 percent of every beautiful thing you ever knew escaped and went back out into the world where you vaguely remembered it.