Quotes About Fleeting

Ah! let us love, my Love, for Time is heartless, Be happy while you may!

Note 4. For these and other reasons the cat is also very hard to photograph. The best photographs are instantaneous, as the mere breathing of a cat will blur the fur in a time exposure.

When I met Eric Clapton, I was a very young girl. I was 20 years old. And we were linked for a very short time, and then we became friends. And then we lost touch, which I'm really sorry about.

Killing time. Its a very crass and breezy expression when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us.

Memories are like mercury. Every time you sort of try to get near them, they slip out of your hand like a bar of soap.

Time is the speed at which the past decays.

I don't have to kill myself, time is going to do that.

Make haste therefore, sweet love, whilst it is prime, For none can call again the passed time.

A year's a long time, but it also flickers past in no time at all.

Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.

Nothing is swifter than our years.

L.A. is a kind of a landing place for some people. People are just in and out all the time. People are there for a short time until they get what they need and then they go somewhere else.

For the time being Words scatter Are they fallen leaves?

Everybody's human. You are only on this planet for a little bit of time.

One day you will hear the sound of time rustling as it slips through your fingers like sand. Remember me then. I wish you luck.

All the tragedies which we can imagine return in the end to the one and only tragedy: the passage of time.

When the time is gone, you can never get it back.

Beautiful is the bloom of youth, but it lasts only for a short time.

While fashion is exciting because it changes all the time, it is also fleeting. Film, though, is forever. In a way therefore, film is the ultimate design project.

When I was younger, playing piano and guitar were all things that I wanted to do for a short period of time, like any kid.

Most of the time one night blends into the next and weeks blend into weeks and months into other months. And sooner or later we all die. But at the beginning of the night anything's possible.

O time! swift devourer of all created things!

A minute goes by so fearfully quick. You might as well try to stop a Bandersnatch!

Clothing left on the bed unfolded. Books stained with coffee spots. Tabs not paid until the last possible second. Boys kissed and then forgotten in a week's time.