Quotes About Fleeting

Certain women were best viewed from the window of a speeding car, the exaggeration of their makeup and their tight clothes. Maybe women were meant to speed past, just a blur. Like China girls. Flash, and then gone.

Sometimes what other people want is wantable, briefly, before dissolving in the face of your own wants.

this thing seems more dreadful than anything else that has ever happened, more utterly dreadful — but you'll find that it will pass and be completely forgotten —

Butterflies are symbols of hope. They land beside us, like sunbeams, and belong to us for a moment, but then they fly away. And while we wish they might have stayed longer to share their beauty, we feel blessed for having s-seen them.

She turns and walks on to the plane and the red dress flips and swishes through the doorway, vanishing from his sight but burned on to his retina like a hot kiss.

Us the most fleeting of all. Just once,everything, only for once. Once and no more. And we, too,once. And never again. But thishaving been once, though only once,having been once on earth—can it ever be canceled?

We are … the un-proud non-possessors of objects whose chief substance is that of the transient symbol. Our Puritan fear of the love of things turns out to have been groundless after all, for we do not love things or even possess them: they pass through our lives as barium passes through the digestive tract, unassimilated, their function merely to flash signals along the way.

[A]s if life were a thunder-storm wherein you can see by a flash the horizon, and then cannot see your hand....

Men hail the rising sun with glee, They love his setting glow to see, But fail to mark that every day In fragments bears their life away.

We're all born dying, someone had said. What matters is only how we spend the instant we're given.

The harder you run after time, the faster time goes: this is the law of the consumable.

Delight, unfortunately, doesn't last. It's like the smile from a beautiful stranger in a stairwell — it's fleeting. It cannot be otherwise — recognition is not an extended process.

Before the lilacs are over and they are only shrunken stalks at the ends of drooping branches, I want to write a poem about them and their beauty brief and star-shining as a young girl's promise. Because there is so much made of strength and wealth and power, because the little things are lost in this world, I write a poem about lilacs knowing that both are this day's only: tomorrow they will lie forgotten.

Football can change really quickly; you really are king for a day. Once you get caught up with things and think you've arrived... you've never arrived in football.

Surely the glory of journalism is its transience.

All this, all of this love we're talking about, it would just be a memory. Maybe not even a memory

She came back with the glass and her fingers, cold from holding the glass, touched mine, and I held them for a moment and then let them go slowly, as you let go of a dream when you wake with the sun in your face and you have been in an enchanted valley

Bubbles rose in it like false hopes.

An idyll like that wasn't made to last. For a while it was forever, and then things started to fall apart.

A veces me ha pasado que me entusiasmo con lo que leo y siento el deseo de vivirlo inmediatamente. Hace años, por ejemplo, cuando terminé El gran Gatsby, sentí impulsos de ser orgulloso y apasionado y de estar a la altura de mis ilusiones. Me sentía yo también elegante y un poco desesperado pero capaz de todo. Es como un clima, una atmósfera, o mejor un sentimiento, y esa impresión dura lo que duran los ecos de una música, siempre ha sido algo fugaz.

McVries opened his eyes and smiled again. The next instant He was gone.

Once upon a time there was a dwarf knight who only had fifty words to live in and they were so fleeting that he only had time to put on a suit of armor and ride swiftly on a black horse into a very well-lit woods where he vanished forever.

They will pass away just as surely as the sun sets in the evening.

A coat hanger of a body trying to remember the coat that years before had fallen off