Jeff Mangum Quotes

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.

Beautiful is the bloom of youth, but it lasts only for a short time.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

He who binds to himself a joy Does the winged life destroy; But he who kisses the joy as it flies Lives in eternity's sun rise.

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Youth is about the only thing worth having, and that is about the only thing youth has.

Life, Lady Stutfield, is simply a mauvais quart d'heure made up of exquisite moments.

The May of life blooms once and never again.

Beautiful things never last. That’s why fireflies flash.

Be happy now because tomorrow you are dying.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

I leave no trace of wings in the air, but I am glad I have had my flight.

Death is an endless night so awful to contemplate that it can make us love life and value it with such passion that it may be the ultimate cause of all joy and all art.

We all know we're going to die one day, but who wants to think about it? What's sustainable is joy, pleasure and freedom.

I feel like you're only young once.

To me, beauty and sadness are very closely linked. Truly beautiful things make me sad because I know they are going to fade. When I see a beautiful 20-year-old boy or girl-and they are breathtaking-I am filled with a kind of sadness. But maybe they are beautiful because we know they are not permanent and they are in a kind of transition.

The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye.

I have found life so beautiful.

Gather ye rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a flying: And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying.

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

The vulnerability of precious things is beautiful because vulnerability is a mark of existence. The destruction of Troy. The fall of the petals from fruit trees in blossom. To know that what is most precious is not rooted in existence - that is beautiful.