Quotes About Fleeting

Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me and drink as I! Freely welcome to my cup, Could'st thou sip and sip it up; Make the most of life you may; Life is short and wears away.

Modeling was so fleeting it doesn't count in my life scheme.

Life is an illusion that last too little.

Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

Because time moves more slowly in Kid World ... it goes on for decades ... It is adult life that is over in a twinkling.

Time fleeth on, Youth soon is gone, Naught earthly may abide; Life seemeth fast, But may not last-- It runs as runs the time.

Ah, make the most of what we yet may spend,Before we too into the Dust descend;Dust into Dust, and under Dust, to lie,Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and—sans End!

I tend to be rather inconsequential and trail off.

A reporter is always concerned with tomorrow. There's nothing tangible of yesterday. All I can say I've done is agitate the air ten or fifteen minutes and then boom -- it's gone.

Love might come suddenly, unsought, from a place not looked for, and stay for a while before departing into the distance, to a place where it cannot be reached.

Roads go on While we forget, and are Forgotten like a star That shoots and is gone.

An actor is a sculptor who carves in snow.

Then she added a sentence I will always remember: "the beauty of mind Cerullo had from childhood never found an outlet, Greco, it has all ended up in her face, in her breasts, in her thighs, in her ass, places where it soon fades and will be as if she never had it.

Stava reagendo spiegandomi di fatto che non avevo vinto niente, che al mondo non c'era alcunché da vincere, che la sua vita era piena di avventure diverse e scriteriate proprio quanto la mia, e che il tempo semplicemente scivolava via senza alcun senso, ed era bello solo vedersi ogni tanto per sentire il suono folle del cervello dell'una echeggiare dentro il suono folle del cervello dell'altra.

I let his rose wither in a vase on my desk, a vase painfully empty of flowers since the long-ago time when, on my birthday, Mario would give me a cattleya, in imitation of Swann. In the evening the flower was already black and bent on its stem. I threw it in the trash.

Un maschio, a parte i momenti pazzi in cui lo ami e ti entra dentro, resta sempre fuori. Perciò, dopo, quando non lo ami più, ti dà fastidio anche solo pensare che una volta l'hai voluto. Io sono piaciuta a lui, lui è piaciuto a me, fine. A me succede molte volte al giorno che qualcuno mi piaccia. A te no? Dura un poco, poi passa. Solo il bambino resta, è una parte di te; il padre invece era un estraneo e torna un estraneo.

Quanto a mim, várias vezes ao dia me acontece de gostar de alguém. Você não? Durante pouco tempo, depois passa.

En el mundo no había nada que ganar, que su vida estaba llena de aventuras diferentes y desatinadas igual que la mía, y que el tiempo sencillamente se escurre sin sentido alguno

As for the minor characters, it seemed natural for each of them to have his good or bad moment in the life of the protagonists and then slip into the background, just as when we think back on our existence and, of the many people who entered the flow of our lives, remember almost nothing.

Le parole vanno raramente al posto giusto, e solo per un tempo brevissimo. Per il resto servono a parlare a vanvera, come adesso. O a fingere che sia tutto sotto controllo.

words rarely go to the right place, and if they do, it's only for a very brief time.

The beauty of mind that Cerullo had from childhood didn't find an outlet, Greco, and it has all ended up in her face, in her breasts, in her thighs, in her ass, places where it soon fades and it will be as if she had never had it.

De dónde llegan las fechas y a dónde van? Viajan un año entero y con la precisión de una saeta se clavan en el día señalado, nos muestran un pasado, un presente en el espacio, nos deslumbran y se apagan.

She stared at me, like day stares at an hourglass and night, the sand trickling through time; the sea disappearing to eyes in the dark. But I hear her waves coming in, as she whispers one last chance goodbye.