Peter S. Beagle Quotes

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

Love stories seek to demonstrate the great truth of love: that we discover eternity in a moment that dies immediately after.

What is love, if it can calculate and provide against its own decay?

Of all life's pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.

Treaties are like roses and young girls. They last while they last.

Treaties, you see, are like girls and roses; they last while they last.

Dreams are, by definition, cursed with short life spans.

I would rather live and love where death is king than have eternal life where love is not.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

This planet Earth, the act of putting a roof over our heads, our flesh and blood existence, it's all very temporary.

There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and not as some vague confirmation of future directions; since the only certain fact, aside from death, is the flimsiness of everything.

Photos are profound because they have such short lives. They are more like fingerprints, dead leaves, rain puddles, or the corpses of flies.

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

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 the crown that glorifies; the curse That brands and burdens; it is life and death. It is the great law of the universe; And nothing can exist without its breath.

Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.

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

Love lodged in a woman's breast is but a guest.

Good intentions are very mortal and perishable things. Like very mellow and choice fruit, they are difficult to keep.

All human beings pass away. Do not let your happiness depend on something you may lose. If love is to be a blessing, not a misery, it must be for the only beloved who will never pass away.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

Love is, and I hope it never isn't.

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.