Quotes About Fleeting

Beauty is like success: we can't love it for long.

She was like a landscape you see from the train, and you want to stop just there.

He watched her go out of the dark office like fifteen wasted years.

Belief dies away like desire for a woman

How bright we all bur. No wonder we were not made to last.

The images I'd most like to wipe away cling to life with the tenacity of weeds, while those I want to treasure fade like the blush on a rose.

16So don't be dismayed when the wicked grow rich and their homes become ever more splendid. 17For when they die, they take nothing with them. Their wealth will not follow them into the grave.

But at my back I always hear / Time's winged chariot hurrying near

He loves it all anyway, as his first life as a teenager never allowed. Everything is different this time. On Sundays his mother's lengthy grace doesn't grate on him. This time he savors each one At high school he recalls who wrote poetry in Klingon, who sold dope, who was really gay and thought nobody knew. Friends, long forgotten by his late forties. As they pass by him again, he has a sad appreciation of how fleeting it all is.

I knew that my life, there and then, was no more than a handful of sand squeezed into my clenched fist.

The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon Turns Ashes - or it prospers; and anon, Like Snow upon the Desert's dusty Face, Lighting a little hour or two - is gone.

I enjoy life, and I think that's important. Life is so fragile and so fleeting, and it's over in a minute, and you've just got to grab it and do everything and not worry about it.

Oh, I'll be forgotten too, don't worry.

The flattery of posterity is not worth much more than contemporary flattery, which is worth nothing.

Lastly, his tomb shall list and founder in the troughs of grass. And none shall speak his name.

Drink today, and drown all sorrow; you shall perhaps not do tomorrow.

Honeymoons are great, but they don't last. And I think the same is true with success on the screen - today, I am all over the place; tomorrow, I may be gone - I may have to make room for someone else. So why make a big song and dance about it all?

Hot today, forgotten tomorrow. I'm not buying anything.

Every day I am being told to sign up for Tumblr, Yammer, Friendfeed, Plaxo, Last.fm, ping.fm or the hot social-media tool du jour that happened to get mentioned on Mashable.com. It is like a social-media arms race. Each one of these new tools is like a cool new night club. Hot today, gone tomorrow, replaced with something else.

The media doesn't really help you. Today, they are talking about me. Tomorrow, they will talk about someone else. There is always something or somebody who is topical.

Life is short, and certainty never happens.

Descubrimos que no somos los protagonistas principales de la vida en el cosmos, sino un minúsculo epifenómeno, que hemos florecido durante un breve instante sobre la ola del aumento de entropía que va del big bang al silencioso vacío que le espera al futuro universo.

He was merely floating there in the room, insubstantial, a living man in the midst of life, dying imperceptibly on his feet, like all of us.

in human affairs everything is hastiness and farewell.