Amy Lowell Quotes

While the flowers, pale and unreal in the moonlight, floated away upon the river; and thus do greater things that once were in our breasts, and near our hearts, flow from us to the eternal sea.

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

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

It's not realistic to imagine that any poem will last forever. Our species won't last forever! We try to capture and preserve our impressions of reality because it's all going away: everything we think and remember, everything we've ever felt, everyone we love.

I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.

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

But the tune ends too soon for us all

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone.

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

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

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

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

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

This is the time to remember cause it will not last forever. These are the days to hold onto cause we won't although we'll want to.

Because beautiful things never last. Not roses nor snow… And not fireworks, either

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

Time drops in decay Like a candle burnt out. And the mountains and woods Have their day, have their day; But, kindly old rout Of the fire-born moods, You pass not away.