Eugene Kennedy Quotes

Childhood feels so permanent, like it's the entire world, and then one day it's over and you're shoveling wet dirt onto your father's coffin, stunned at the impermanence of everything.

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.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

Love is like a flower, even the most beautiful kind dies.

Summer will end soon enough, and childhood as well.

Our children that die young are like those spring bulbs which have their flowers prepared beforehand, and leave nothing to do but to break ground, and blossom, and pass away. Thank God for spring flowers among men, as well as among the grasses of the field.

Death is an absolute marvel.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

Death is an art, you know.

We pop into existence and we know that we die and we know that we lose everyone that we love and we know we even lose our own bodies. And what a paradigm. What a mystery.

Beauty is but a flower Which wrinkles will devour; Brightness falls from the air; Queens have died young and fair; Dust hath closed Helen's eye.

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

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

All beauty that surrounds us must one day perish.

From childhood I had never believed in permanence, and yet I had longed for it. Always I was afraid of losing happiness. This month, next year...death was the only absolute value in my world. Lose life and one would lose nothing again forever.

The flower fades and dies; but he who wears the flower has not to mourn for it for ever.

Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!

There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready.

Life was so short; so many beautiful things slipped away.

The essence of what makes life beautiful is the fact that it can go away.

Life, like a child, laughs, shaking its rattle of death as it runs.

Nothing gold can stay.