Quotes About Fleeting

His words are nothing more than mist and sunshine, impossible to hold down.

I am aware these little books don't last long even if they are a success.

Memory can glean, but can never renew. It brings us joys faint as is the perfume of the flowers, faded and dried, of the summer that is gone.

Your life is like a little winter's day Whose sad sun rises late to set too soon; You have just come--why will you go away, Making an evening of what should be noon.

My heart sometimes feels like it will burst for them both. The love has a strange fleeting intangibility about it and seems always to disappear and be converted into the past even before I have properly grasped it.

Come my Celia, let us prove,While we can, the sports of love;Time will not be ours forever,He at length our good will sever.Spend not then his gifts in vain;Suns that set may rise again,But if once we lose this light,'Tis with us perpetual night.

Speed in music is like a sweater on a dog: mostly for show.

On the horizon, he saw the full moon. God dropped it there, he was sure, as a reminder of our small place in the world. A reminder that what is beautiful is fleeting.

The true picture of the past flits by. The past can be seized only as an image which flashes up at the instant when it can be recognized and is never seen again.

One of the funny things of being a producer, you have these fleeting, intense relationships with people, and they go off to global megastardom, and you don't see them.

I will take an earnest person over a hip person every day, because hip is short-term, earnest is long-term.

Words today are like the shells and rope of seaweed which a child brings home glistening from the beach and which in an hour have lost their luster.

You never know how much time you got.

Well, you're going to be dead in a hundred years anyway, so live dangerously.

Sometimes that's what happens. No cigarette burns, no bone snaps. Just an irretrievable slipping.

Sixty seconds is a long time to know you are dying.

I'm here, I said, and it felt shockingly comforting, those words. When I'm panicked, I say them aloud to myself. I'm here. I don't usually feel that I am. I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me. My

Sinto como se uma rajada de vento quente pudesse soprar em minha direção e me fazer desaparecer para sempre, nenhuma ponta de unha deixada para trás. Alguns dias acho essa ideia reconfortante; em outros, ela me dá arrepios.

I feel like a warm gust of wind could exhale my way and I'd be disappeared forever, not even a sliver of fingernail left behind. On some days, I find this thought calming; on others it chills me.

Estoy aquí.» No suelo sentir que lo esté; me siento como si una ráfaga cálida de viento fuese a soplar en mi dirección y a hacerme desaparecer para siempre, sin dejar siquiera un cachito de uña.

This year's vintage is best enjoyed this year. Let's begin.

She came and she went, in sorrow for the death of dreams, and she came no more.

Each affair began as though the creation of the world was to be reenacted, and each usually ended in less time than it took the Old Testament Creator to put up the sky. (62)

But then what are memories but shadows of objects gone to dust? Or