Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Quotes

Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.

The very stone one kicks with one's boot will outlast Shakespeare.

Time is long but life is short.

We're all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly.

Life is short and art is long.

Modernity is the transient, the fleeting, the contingent; it is one half of art, the other being the eternal and the immovable.

What was any art but a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose.

Beauty is everlasting And dust is for a time.

Art is eternal, but life is short.

Life doesn't last; art doesn't last. It doesn't matter.

I am not eternity, but a man; a part of the whole, as an hour is of the day.

The present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The tree rustled again. Their senses were sharpened, and they seemed to apprehend life. Life passed. The tree rustled again.

Everything has an end, if only you live long enough to see it.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

Every thing admonishes us how needlessly long life is.

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

Things may serve long, but not serve ever.

Everything vanishes, falls apart, doesn't it? Nature is always the same but nothing in her that appears to us lasts. Our art must render the thrill of her permanence, along with her elements, the appearance of all her changes. It must give us a taste of her Eternity.

Art is alive because it is mortal.

Nothing lives long Only the earth and mountains

Life is just a moment of time and it pass by

Continuously thou wilt look at human things as smoke and nothing at all; especially if thou reflectest at the same time, that what has once changed will never exist again in the infinite duration of time. But thou, in what a brief space of time is thy existence? And why art thou not content to pass through this short time in an orderly way?

Everything is temporary if you give it enough time.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.