Howard Pyle Quotes

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

Life is a bubble in a lake, that glitters for an instant, bursts, and leaves not even a blur on the water; it is the leap of a minnow, which sends a tiny ripple trembling for a few inches.

Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this flood of encounters, struggles, dreams...

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

All life is no more than a match struck in the dark and blown out again.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

A life is a moment in season. A life is one snowfall. A life is one autumn day. A life is the delicate, rapid edge of a closing door's shadow. A life is a brief movement of arms and of legs.

The shimmering night does not stay for mortals, not misfortunes, nor wealth, but in a moment it is gone, and to the turn of another comes joy and loss.

In the old legend the wise men finally boiled down the history of mortal affairs into a single phrase: 'This too will pass.'

Life is but a day; A fragile dewdrop on its perilous way From a tree's summit.

Life is so fluid that one can only hope to capture the living moment, to capture it alive and fresh ... without destroying that moment.

Youth passes like a dream.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

Robert, you are just a transient. I have seen them come and I have seen them go and I’ll be here long after you have gone.

It's a mantra I've lived by for as long as I can remember. Nothing lasts for ever.

Nothing is real except the present, and already, I feel the weight of centuries smothering me. Some girl a hundred years ago once lived as I do. And she is dead. I am the present, but I know I, too, will pass. The high moment, the burning flash, come and are gone, continuous quicksand. And I don’t want to die.

Nothing in the world is permanent, and we’re foolish when we ask anything to last, but surely we’re still more foolish not to take delight in it while we have it.

Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.