Quotes About Fleeting

I miss him every single day," she said. "I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don't understand you at all stick around. Ever noticed that?

I miss him every single day, he said. I hate how the people who really get you are the ones you can never hold on to for very long. And the ones who don't understand you at all stick around.

Life hangs from so slender a thread. Life is but a sigh..

La vie ne tient qu'à si peu de chose, la vie n'est qu'un soupir ...

Truly, he felt like "a cat biting on a urine bubble—all empty delight!

as he cared no longer for the light that lies in a lady's eye, there was not much left to him in the world but cards and racing.

The cigar has been smoked out, and we are the ashes.

Death comes for us. You may get ten minutes on this earth or you may get eighty years but nobody gets out alive. Accepting this rule gives me a funny flicker of peace.

Humankind, fleet of life like tree leaves, unsubstantial as shadows, weak creatures of clay, wingless, ephemeral, sorrow worn, and dreamlike.

Enjoy them while you may," answered Rashaverak gently. "They will not be yours for long." It was advice that might have been given to any parent in any age: but now it contained a threat and a terror it had never held before.

The timeless instant passed.

And the thread of her happiness was no stronger than the clasp of her fingers on his coat, no longer than this last mile of their journey.

this was a time and a land where enchantments were swiftly made and broken

I think it cannot be too firmly emphasized that in the writing of any kind of fiction no scene and no character can be allowed to wander off by itself; there must be some furthering of the story in every sentence, and even the most fleeting background characters must partake of the story in some way; they must be characters peculiar to this story and no other.

Nothing lasts forever. Nothing. How could everything have gone so wrong…so wrong…so wrong…

All fires burn out sooner or later.

Au galop mes jours m'échappent et en chacun d'eux je languis.

To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life, Is worth an age without a name.

What is born will die, What has been gathered will be dispersed, What has been accumulated will be exhausted, What has been built up will collapse, And what has been high will be brought low.

The moment happens, and you make your crucial mistake, and then it's gone and the chance to do anything about it is blown away.

The whole point about strangers is, they disappear into the ether and you never see them again.

I still remember Mum. Kind of. I have dim splashes of memory like an unfinished watercolor.

Not to be born surpasses thought and speech. The second best is to have seen the light and then go back quickly whence we came

Men are of little worth. Their brief lives last a single day. They cannot hold elusive pleasure fast; It melts away. All laurels wither; all illusions fade; Hopes have been phantoms, shade on air-built shade, since time began.