Quotes About Fleeting

Francis Crawford's face in this fleeting moment of privacy was filled with ungovernable feeling: of shock and of pain and of a desire beyond bearing: the desire of the hart which longs for the waterbrook, and does not know, until it sees the pool under the trees, for what it has thirsted.

Drink and dance and laugh and lie, Love, the reeling midnight through, For tomorrow we shall die! (But, alas, we never do.)

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.

L'amour c'est comme du mercure dans la main. Garde-là ouverte, il te restera dans la paume ; resserre ton étreinte, il te filera entre les doigts.

Love is like quick-silver in the hand, Sylvie. Leave the fingers open and it stays in the palm; clutch it, and it darts away.

People had such extraordinarily short memories, including him.

in most cases, however, the terror was extremely short-lived, as was the person experiencing the terror.

Happy. And then I got afraid that it would vanish as quickly as it came. That it was accidental-- that I didn't deserve it. It's like this very, very nice car crash that never ends.

Nothing very very good and nothing very very bad ever lasts for very very long

Fortune makes promises to many, keeps them to none. Live for each day, live for the hours, since nothing is forever yours.

An old poet, Robert Herrick, put it like this:    " Our life is short, and our days run As fast away as does the sun; And, as a vapour or a drop of rain Once lost, can ne'er be found again.

For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream. And death comes as the end.

But remember this: Men are made fools by the gleaming limbs of women, and lo, in a minute they are become discoloured cornelians. . . Her voice deepened as she quoted: "A trifle, a little, the likeness of a dream, and death comes as the end. . . .

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing; Only a signal shown and a distant voice in the darkness.

La vida es breve, enamoraos, doncellas... Antes de que la flor carmesí se desvanezca de vuestros labios... Antes de que las mareas de la pasión se enfríen dentro de vosotras... Para aquellos que no conocen el mañana... La vida es breve, enamoraos, doncellas... Antes de que nuestras trenzas de cuervo comiencen a desvanecerse... Antes de que las llamas de vuestros corazones parpadeen y mueran... Para aquellos a quienes el hoy nunca volverá...

It was created to endure for a specific moment in time. Like a sandcastle, or an ice sculpture. Here, and then gone. In a way, that's the beauty of it. Who'd marvel at a sandcastle, if sandcastles lasted forever?

I liked the idea of being a photographer, just that you take this one picture of this one thing that'll never happen again - it's a bit weird when you think about it.

When you collect photographs, you're sort of at the mercy of the gods.

Time is running out to permeate the piece.

I've been on pilots. I've seen shows come and go. I know that this stuff is all very fleeting, so I try to keep it cool.

I feel like I wanna have a series of moments. It's scary when they say you're having a moment, because moments are momentary.

I don't want to be something that just comes and goes.

It was just one night of drinking and chance. I'd known it at the moment I met him, which was surely why I was enchanted in the first place. Enchantment means to want something and also to know, somewhere inside yourself, not an obvious place, that you aren't going to get it.