Quotes About Fleeting

my life comes apart like a love letter in the rain.

Amintirea e un lucru ciudat. Nu vine ?i pleac? pur ?i simplu când vrea ea, ci po?i s-o aprinzi ?i apoi s-o stingi ca pe un vreasc de foc.

The great alchemist and Taoist sage Lu Tung-pin wrote: Although the span of human life is finite, the spirit is infinite. If we view the universe in terms of our human life span, then our lives seem as brief and fleeting as those of flies. But if we look at the universe in terms of our spirits, then the universe appears as finite as the life of a fly.

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up.

Then she moved backwards, deeper into the shadow. All I could see was that she was barely there, like something you almost recall: the Pledge of Allegiance, your daddy's real name.

Not everyone is meant to stay forever.

Sometimes you can only have something you like for a short time, and after that you just have to be happy to have had it when you did, and enjoy the memory of it.

Fugace è la giovinezza un soffio la maturità; poi avanza tremando vecchiaia e dura, dura un'eternità.

We lose weeks like buttons, like pencils.

Nothing, however, lasts forever. Two weeks can seem like a lifetime when you are just beginning it, but the last day always seems to have come too quickly. It was finally time to head back to the real world,

Life is short, art long, opportunity fleeting, experience treacherous, judgement difficult. — Hippocrates (460-400 B.C.)

Wish I had known what seemed so strong has been and gone.

They are such thin things, these lives of ours; cheap got, cheap lost, mere flickers against the ever dark, brief shadows on a wall. This life no more substantial than breath, a light which fills the chambers of our bodies, and is gone.

Live fast, die young, leave a good looking corpse.

reflected the last green flash of the setting sun.

The way things broken off a little too soon can last forever.

There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands.

One should not believe too strongly in a life which can easily vanish.

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more

Mere pleasure is at best but fleeting; happiness is abiding, for in the recollection thereof is renewed.

Weren't we, as sentient beings, put upon the earth to be happy, in the brief time allotted to us?

That life—whatever else it is—is short.

Tempus fugit. See fugitib nii, et vähe pole.