Fleeted Quotes & Sayings

As we have seen so clearly demonstrated in Europe, hate breeds hate and the vicious circle revolves with all its attending madness. — Emanuel Celler

Under Kingsley Shacklebolt, Azkaban was purged of Dementors. While it remains in use as a prison, the guards are now Aurors, who are regularly rotated from the mainland. There has been no breakout since this new system was introduced. — J.K. Rowling

The women who do the most work get the least money, and the women who have the most money do the least work. — Charlotte Perkins Gilman

Through silent alleys where dark shadows fleeted past them like forest beasts on the prowl; through bustling market-places where bloaters predominated, into crammed gin-palaces where the gas flashed over faces whereon was stamped the indelible impression of a protest against creation; brushing tatters which were in gruesome harmony with the haggard or bloated features.
(The Phantom Model — Hume Nisbet

Never Play With The Feelings Of Others, Because You May Win The Game But The Risk Is That You Will Surely Lose The Person For Life Time — William Shakespeare

Considering the hot pocket that you run around with. — Kristi Cook

I have a fantastic mirror, who ever looks into it feels lot more younger while every other lot more older. — Gopichand Lagadapati

Probably because I'm from a middle class family, I have that nature in me that I don't get too excited with big things. — Virat Kohli

On the contrary, an airy and innocent playfulness seemed to flicker like the shadow of summer leaves over her childish face, and around her buoyant figure. She was always in motion, always with a half-smile on her rosy mouth, flying hither and thither, with an undulating and cloud-like tread, singing to herself as she moved, as in a happy dream. Her father and female guardian were incessantly busy in pursuit of her, but, when caught, she melted from them again like a summer cloud; and as no word of chiding or reproof ever fell on her ear for whatever she chose to do, she pursued her own way all over the boat. Always dressed in white, she seemed to move like a shadow through all sorts of places, without contracting spot or stain; and there was not a corner or nook, above or below, where those fairy footsteps had not glided, and that visionary, golden head, with its deep blue eyes, fleeted along. — Harriet Beecher Stowe

And she is the reader
who browses the shelf
and looks for new worlds
but finds herself. — Laura Purdie Salas

I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July. — Winthrop Mackworth Praed