Anita Diament Quotes

All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.

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 is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

Till I, high in the tower of my time Among familiar ruins, began to cry For accident, sickness, justice, war and crime, Because all died, because I had to die. The snow fell, the trees stood, the promise kept, And a child I slept.

Alas! the fleeting years, how they roll on!

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

It’s difficult to ever go back to the same places or people. You turn away, even for a moment, and when you turn back around, everything’s changed.

But the tune ends too soon for us all

Time is flying never to return.

Diamonds are forever, my youth is not.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

But where are the snows of yester year?

I remember as a kid having a balloon and accidentally letting the string go and watching it just float off and into the sky until it disappeared. And there's something about that, even, that feels very much like what life is, you know, that it's fleeting, and it's temporal.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

Time, you old gypsy man, will you not stay, put up your caravan just for one day?

Time, memory, loss and love are my main artistic concerns, but time, among all of them, becomes the determinant.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.