Quotes About Fleeting

It's not that I can't find art beautiful. I just don't know what to do, standing there in the gallery. I don't know what to think about. Once I've seen it, I've seen it; that takes about two seconds. I am interested and then immediately bored, immediately.

A company shouldn't get addicted to being shiny, because shiny doesn't last.

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

All glory is fleeting. And, If you do not love what you do, don't do it.

Good things only can last so long.

All will be forgotten, everything you perceived, thought, dreamed, hoped, remembered . . . all the past all the crawling fucking coughing chestpounding nose-picking and deathward attempts to make real some desperate desire, like standing upright for a minute in the sun. The sun that will die.

One life is an absurdly small allowance.

Las delicias de este mundo ya he gozado, Los días de mi juventud hace tanto, ¡tanto!, que se desvanecieron, Abril y Mayo y Julio están lejanos, ¡Ya nada soy, ya nada me complace!

Os homens de profunda tristeza denunciam-se quando são felizes: têm um modo de pegar na felicidade como se quisessem esmagá-la e sufocá-la, por ciúme - ah, sabem bem de mais que lhes foge!

She had that rare virtue of never existing completely except for that opportune monent.

We experience happiness as a series of pleasing moments. They come and go like clouds, unpredictable, fleeting, and without responsibility to our desires. Through honest self-work, reflection, and meditation, we begin to string more of these moments together, creating a web-like design of happiness that drapes around our lives.

Knowledge is soon changed, then lost in the mist, an echo half-heard.

I like when things happen very quickly, just flash in and flash out. It keeps things interesting.

I did have a beautiful life. It ended early, that's all.

Our time consumes like smoke, and posts away; Nor can we treasure up a month or day: The sand within the transitory glass Doth haste, and so our silent minutes pass.

Lo, all our pomp of yesterdayIs one with Nineveh and Tyre!

As I pass through the lengthy struggle of life in this fleeting world, I cannot help but long for the midnight moon I once saw."- Kanna

Enough for me that you are beautiful: Beauty possessed diminishes. Better a dream of love Than love's dream broken; Better a look exchanged Than love's word spoken. Enough for me that you walk past, A firefly flashing in the dark.

Some people become an integral part of our lives; others are ships that pass in the night. Short stories, in fact. My

She did not know it then, that some of the moving force in our life are meant to touch us briefly and go there way.

To the modern politician and planner, men are the flies of a summer, oblivious of their past, reckless of their future.

Friendship is dead:They were friends who go with the wind,And the wind was blowing at my door.

Some of us come here as shooting stars, to shine brightly for only the briefest moment, and others of us come and overstay our welcome, living to a ripe old age and forgetting our own names.

Time had no meaning, save that it was running out.