Quotes About Fleeting

Few are the memories which are more than a handful of dust, to be let run through the fingers.

Oh, human memory is shorter than I thought.

Maybe I was haunted, because I swear I felt a fleeting sense of contact, then, like the brush of immaterial fingers in my hair.

But happiness, fleeting by nature, is often savored only after it has flown.

Each golden day was cherished to the full, for one had the feeling that each must be the last. Tomorrow it would be winter.

eventually, everything goes away.

It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.

She knew that pleasure, to be pleasure, must come to an end.

Before we know it, its all going to be over so fast. Too fast for us to even realize what was..

I was once beautiful you know, I ran with feet that knew nothing of falling, and wished hopeless wishes on shooting stars that I knew would never come true.

I arrive home with pink flushed cheeks and glittering green-blue eyes. The hardest part is the his smell that lingers on my skin. He is here and yet he isn't here at all. It is only a trick of the mind; a terrible delusion that leaves me with pale, white arms grasping out into the shallow blunt, blackness for someone who is far away. Someone who leaves you feeling utterly and beautifully broken.

It couldn't last of course. They both knew it. Not the evening, Not the holiday.

She has no idea who I am, not really. She's just someone who's noticed me because the video and she'll forget what she's said before the day is over. Me? Not so much, but I go on, my legs shaking and a mix of anger and despair burning inside me.

life picked up speed, and then most of it was gone—made you breathless, really.

Because I love you, and we don't have much time.

He felt her big presence, and imagined—fleetingly—that an elephant sat next to him, one that wanted to be a member of the human kingdom, and sweet in an innocent way, as though her stubs of forelegs were folded on her lap, her trunk moving just a little as she finished speaking.

Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.

But, then, the truest perceptions of life, for me at least, have always proved to be the most elusive and the most shortlived

The way her body existed only where he touched her. The rest of her was smoke.

All that I possess and use Is like the fleeting vision of a dream. It fades into the realms of memory, And fading, will be seen no more.

Don't you think it's better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

Life is a flash of lightning in the dark of night. It is a brief time of tremendous potential.

I constantly know that showbiz is going to be short-lived, you have to grab every opportunity as well as you can.