Quotes About Fleeting

Jetzt aber weiss ich, dass unsere Welt nich bestaendiger ist als eine Woge im Ozean. All unsere Muehen und Triumphe, wie wir sie auch erleben, zerlaufen zu einem Wasserfleck. Genau wie waessrige Tusche auf Papier.

I knew she was gone, and yet the very emptiness of the hall seemed to suggest something of her presence. Even now, as an older woman, I sometimes lift the brocade cover on the mirror of my makeup stand, and have the briefest flicker of a thought that I may find her there in the glass, smirking at me.

Immortality is like trying to carve your initials in a block of ice in the middle of July.

I am still feeling kinda temporary about myself

The greatest wisdom consists in enjoying the present and making this enjoyment the goal of life, because the present is all that is real and everything else merely imaginary. But you could just as well call this mode of life the greatest folly: for that which in a moment ceases to exist, which vanishes as completely as a dream, cannot be worth any serious effort.

En büyük bilgelik ÅŸu andan zevk almay? hayat?n en büyük amac? k?lmakt?r, çünkü tek gerçek budur, baÅŸka her ÅŸey düÅŸünce oyunudur. Ama bunun en büyük budalal???m?z olduÄŸunu da söyleyebiliriz, çünkü yaln?zca k?sa bir süre için var olan ve bir rüya gibi kaybolan içinde bulunduÄŸumuz bu an asla ciddi bir çabaya deÄŸmez.

And then, it is all one whether he has been happy or miserable; for his life was never anything more than a present moment always vanishing; and now it is over.

Everyone appears mad who recognizes the eternal ideas in fleeting things.

Of every event in our life we can say only for one moment that it is; for ever after, that it was. Every evening we are poorer by a day. It might, perhaps, make us mad to see how rapidly our short span of time ebbs away; if it were not that in the furthest depths of our being we are secretly conscious of our share in the exhaustible spring of eternity, so that we can always hope to find life in it again.

Then again we find that young girls in their hearts regard their domestic or other affairs as secondary things, if not as a mere jest. Love, conquests, and all that these include, such as dressing, dancing, and so on, they give their serious attention.

But you could just as well call this mode of life the greatest folly: for that which in a moment ceases to exist, which vanishes as completely as a dream, cannot be worth any serious effort.

Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones - a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.

Memory was that woman on the train. Insane in the way she sifted through dark things in a closet and emerged with the most unlikely ones—a fleeting look, a feeling. The smell of smoke. A windscreen wiper. A mother's marble eyes. Quite sane in the way she left huge tracts of darkness veiled. Unremembered.

Before i knew the best part of my life had come ,it had gone....

Knowing that time is short is important. Knowing to make the best use of it you can, that's important. Letting those around you know you love them. Because you never know when you'll have to say good-bye.

In the midst of happiness grows a seed of unhappiness. 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.

Turn off the light, she says as she walks away, creating a small woosh that smells sweet and chemical. It makes me sad because it's the smell she makes when she's leaving.

Like socks in a dryer, it had vanished into the ether.

Then, in far less time than it takes to tell - - The blip is gone - - But the wonderment begins - -

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

Five minutes of a lifetime

Lucky hard-ons are bio-degradable, I thought, because I was throwing a lot them away.

Through his suffering, he peers into the core of things and sees that the judgment of man is thistle-down in the wind.

I cannot help vanishing and disappearing and dissolving. It is my foremost trait.