Nikolai Gogol Quotes

But life is just a party, and parties weren't meant to last.

Nothing mortal is enduring, and there is nothing sweet which does not presently end in bitterness.

Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

I think cynicism lasts. Sentimentality ages, dates quickly.

I am a temporary amusement.

Nothing lasts. Not even a great sorrow.

None thrives for long upon the happiest dream.

Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.

The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.

Having a fantasy come true doesn't always mean it will be permanent.

Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam ... and after a while they will fall to dust and rain; or else we will tear them down with impatient hands; and hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.

We look at mountains and call them eternal, and they seem... but in the course of time, mountains rise and fall, rivers change their courses, starts fall from the sky, and great cities sink beneath the sea. Even gods die, we think. Everything changes.

Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

Can't bring back time. Like holding water in your hand.

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

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.

What a simple thing death is, just as simple as the falling of an autumn leaf.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.

Inconstancy falls off ere it begins.

Through one word, or seven words, or three times five, even if you investigate thoroughly myriad forms, nothing can be depended upon. Night advances, the moon glows and falls into the ocean. The black dragon jewel you have been searching for, is everywhere.

Everything that comes together falls apart.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

Words writ in waters.