Quotes About Fleeting

After a few minutes, it was time for me to leave. I don't know who decides these things. It just happens.

What is happiness, after all, but the fleeting, transitory butterfly of an emotion that is impossible to catch and hold for long before it flies away.

Muy pronto en mi vida fue demasiado tarde.

Très vite dans ma vie il a été trop tard. A dix-huit ans il était déjà trop tard. Entre dix-huit ans et vingt-cinq ans mon visage est parti dans une direction imprévue. A dix-huit ans j'ai vieilli.

También para los recuerdos es demasiado tarde

Très vite dans la vie il a été trop tard. À dix-huit ans il était déjà trop tard.

Muito cedo foi tarde demais em minha vida.

Je ne diffère des morts que par la faculté de suffoquer quelques moments de plus ; leur existence en un sens, me paraît plus assurée que la mienne.

Iubitorul de flori va primi de la mine doar zadarnice jerbe funerare.

el amor por una persona determinada, aun siendo tan desgarrador, no suele ser sino un hermoso accidente pasajero, menos real en cierto sentido que las predisposiciones y opciones que lo preceden y que sobrevivirán a él.

Elle [Catherine de Mainau] avait, dit-on, inspiré des passions très vives ; elle en avait ressenti ; elle avait eu des peines, qu'elle n'avais pas longtemps portées. Il en était de ses chagrins, je suppose, comme de ses robes de bal, qu'elle ne mettait qu'une fois. Mais elle les gardait toutes ; elle avait, ainsi, des armoires de souvenirs. Vous disiez, mon amie, que la princesse Catherine avait une âme de dentelle. (p. 86-87)

La felicità è invece propriamente un lampo istantaneo che chiama il calore fisico da ogni parte del nostro corpo e mentre sale al cervello sparisce. L'infelicità, invece, ha un irraggiamento più tenace nell'assalirci e nel durare, e si mostra in più modi anche analogici.

I sighed. What is life but fleeting moments of happiness strung together on necklace of despair?

One day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter.

Sometimes, you meet a wonderful person, but it's only for a brief instant. Maybe on vacation or on a train or maybe even in a bus line. And they touch your life for a moment, but in a special way. And instead of mourning because they can't be with you for longer, or because you don't get the chance to know them better, isn't it better to be glad that you met them at all?

Elle essaie de former des sons avec sa bouche. Mais ils éclatent comme des bulles, et ne reste qu'une impression blanche, un pli dans quelque chose qui se lisse dès qu'apparu, qui s'efface sitôt pensé. (p245)

All that blooms must fall.

Adulthood is a wonderful thing, and brief. You must be sure to enjoy it while it lasts.

Remembering my youth makes me aware that I never really had enough of it, it was over before I was done with it.

Again, all any heart has ever said, and just as the word is said the moment is gone, so there is not even any sort of promise in it.

But time erodes gratitude more quickly than it does beauty.

Juventud, cuyo recuerdo desespera!

So I would die in here. I'd leave my little life. I'd barely worn it out. Life had been a suit I'd only put on for special occasions. Most of the time I kept it in the back of my closest, forgetting it was there. We were meant to die when it was barely stitched anymore, when the elbows and knees were stained with grass and mud, shoulder pads uneven from people hugging you all the time, downpours and blistering sun, the fabric faded, buttons gone.

How scary and sudden the shift from Living to Dead.