Tanith Lee Quotes

Streams and mountains never stay the same.

The passing of armies and the passing of sands in the desert are one.

The hard surface of the stone is impervious to nothing in the end. The heat of the sun leaves evidence of daylight. Each drop of rain changes the form; even the wind and the air itself, invisible to our eyes, etches its presence. … All history is taken in by stones.

No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.

It's life isn't it? You plow ahead and make a hit. And you plow on and someone passes you. Then someone passes them. Time levels.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

Things were here before you and will be here after you're gone. The geographic features, especially, give you a sense of your own place in the world and in time.

We must remember that as the centuries go by, time will pass.

You can cut all the flowers but you cannot keep spring from coming.

All the lessons are in nature. You look at the way rocks are formed - the wind and the water hitting them, shaping them, making them what they are. Things take time, you know?

Everything has a cycle and a season.

It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it's the most beautiful thing we have in our lives - time.

A violent wind does not outlast the morning; a squall of rain does not outlast the day. Such is the course of Nature. And if Nature herself cannot sustain her efforts long, how much less can man!

Some things don't last forever, but some things do.

A family is one of nature's solubles; it dissolves in time like salt in rainwater.

The wind is old, but it keeps blowing.

Nothing lasts and yet nothing passes either, and nothing passes just because nothing lasts.

Nothing that is can pause or stay; / The moon will wax, the moon will wane, / The mist and cloud will turn to rain, / The rain to mist and cloud again, / Tomorrow be today.

Nothing endures except change; nothing is constant except death. Every heartbeat wounds us, and life would be an eternal bleeding to death, were it not for literature. It grants us what nature does not: a golden time that doesn't rust, a springtime that never wilts, cloudless happiness and eternal youth. [my translation]

Enjoy the Spring of Love and Youth, to some good angel leave the rest; For Time will teach thee soon the truth, there are no birds in last year's nest!

A grain of sand leads to the fall of a mountain when the moment has come for the mountain to fall.

He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.