At The End, The Key Thing Is You've Got To Live With Yourself. That's The Real Test. Everything Else Is Fleeting.
Modernity Is The Transient, The Fleeting, The Contingent; It Is One Half Of Art, The Other Being The Eternal And The Immovable.
Good Sense Tells Us That Earthly Things Are Rare And Fleeting, And That True Reality Exists Only In Dreams. To Draw Sustenance From Happiness- Natural Or Artificial - You Must First Have The Courage To Swallow It; And Those Who Perhaps Most Merit Happiness Are Precisely Those On Whom Felicity, As Mortals Conceive It, Always Acts As A Vomitive.
Dance Is An Ephemeral, A Fleeting Art. To Describe This Momentum, Every Movement On Stage, In Words Is Virtually Impossible.
The Satisfaction Derived From The Fleeting Things Of Life Is Not Lasting; And Our Wants Remain Unfulfilled. There Is Thus A General Sense Of Dissatisfaction Accompanied By All Kinds Of Worries.
Everything Is Banal In Experience, Fleeting In Duration, Sordid In Content; In All Respects The Same Today As Generations Now Dead And Buried Have Found It To Be.
True Happiness Comes From Gaining Insight And Growing Into Your Best Possible Self. Otherwise All You're Having Is Immediate Gratification Pleasure, Which Is Fleeting And Doesn't Grow You As A Person.
Time Is So Fleeting That If We Do Not Remember God In Our Youth, Age May Find Us Incapable Of Thinking Of Him.
Time Is So Fleeting That If We Do Not Remember God In Our Youth, Age May Find Us Incapable Of Thinking Of Him.
