Petrarch Quotes

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

How quickly passes away the glory of this world.

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

Nothing can be grievous that is but once

All beauty that surrounds us must one day perish.

Once off the bush The fruit fermented, the sweet flesh would turn sour. I always felt like crying. It wasn't fair That all the lovely canfuls smelt of rot. Each year I hoped they'd keep, knew they would not. -Blackberry picking

Nothing gold can stay.

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.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

Time bears away all things.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

After a while you learn that everything stops.

We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.

Favour will as surely perish as life.

Prettiness dies first.

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

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

All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

I envy the dead.