Maggie Stiefvater Quotes

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.

Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.

As beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas, When we would seize the winged good, it flies.

Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

Whatever bliss we think we're going to find, we may find it in brief flashes, fleeting moments that come and go. There's an impossibility to nailing down any good feeling.

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

I do have a sense, and I've never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.

We build statues out of snow, and weep to see them melt.

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place today, it is vain to seek it there tomorrow. You can not lay a trap for it.

So long as we can lose any happiness, we possess some.

Every possession and every happiness is but lent by chance for an uncertain time, and may therefore be demanded back the next hour.

Dreams rise like the sun and set like the sun: One minute, it is high and bright; the next minute, you might lose it.

Anything that's given to you can be taken away from you at any time.

We thought we'd last forever. Then, of course, we didn't, and that was shocking.

I feel sorry for confetti. Its useful life lasts about two seconds. And it can never be used again.

Nothing is forever in the Theatre. Whatever it is, it's here, it flares up, burns hot and then its gone.

Sunrise doesn't last all morning, a cloudburst doesn't last all day, seems my love is up and has left you with no warning. It's not always going to be this grey. All things must pass, all things must pass away.

Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.

Everything you gather is just one that you can lose.

We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.

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

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.

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

Remember that thy heart will shed its pleasures as thine eye its tears, and both leave loathsome furrows.