Quotes About Fleeting

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

Every day is precious and I feel infinitely sad at this time melting away from me.

Time is too large, it can't be filled up. Everything you plunge into it is stretched and disintegrates.

He'd had a dog once, in that way he'd had everything in his childhood, ordinary but a lot less lasting.

One glance he gave, one little smile at parting--it was but for a moment;but therein I read, a meaning that kindled in my heart a brighter flame of hope than had ever yet arisen.

Sigur, eu sunt un clovn amuzant pentru o dup?-amiaz?, dup? care toÈ›i se satur? de mine pentru o lun? întreag?.

everyone has come to understand that unconditional love is a reality, but with as shelf life of about eight to ten seconds. [p. 110]

Robert Burns said it best: "Life is but a day at most.

The sunrise shell has the eternal validity of all beautiful and fleeting things.

How quickly a moment sinks into the past.

Everything between sunset and darkness. There is so much room for imagination. You see things in a different way from the glare of daylight. There's a richer beauty, and an awareness of how fleeting it all is, how ephemeral.

Should we put out the light? And then put out the light. But once put out thy light, I cannot give it vital breath again. It needs must wither.

Despair is so familiar to me; it could be banished by the sight of a beautiful mannekin in the window. It could be dispelled by the lights surrounding a tower. It would be lifted by the great ghostly shape of St. Patrick's coming into view. And then despair would come again. Meaningless, I almost said, aloud.

Words spoken to drunkards were truly words written in water. They vanished into the endless void in which the drunkard languished.

He glanced at me again, a flash of brilliant eyes and a smile that was gone in an instant as I looked back to the man in the chair.

But this effervescence was frenetic and likely to vanish in an instant;

No, the point is not only does time fly and do we die, but that in these reckless conditions we live at all, and are vouchsafed, for the duration of certain inexplicable moments, to know it.

A man's memory might have only a hundred clear days in it and he has lived thousands. Can't do much about that. We have our store of days and we spend them like forgetful drunkards.

Time makes us pointless.

Years have passed and how I am anxiously watching the twilight of my childhood, quietly sinking, never to rise again.

Dying is so simple. A fleeting moment of suffering. In the blink of an eye you are over the threshold, into another world. No more pain, no more fears. You sleep so well there. Dying is like rubbing snow together, setting fire to a whole winter of cold and ice.

Sá»± si mê c?a Ä'àn ông tàn l?i nhanh hÆ¡n nhan s?c Ä'àn bà

Due to their short bloom time, Sakura blossoms are a metaphor for life itself: beautiful yet fleeting. You'll realize when you're as old as me to hang on to the good times because they won't last forever.

How fragile life was, how fleeting their days on earth, and how fickle was Death, claiming the young as often as the old, the healthy as often as the ailing, cruelly stealing away a baby's first breath, a mother's fading heartbeat.