Kevin Brockmeier Quotes

Happiness consumes itself like a flame. It cannot burn for ever, it must go out, and the presentiment of its end destroys it at its very peak.

Man is never always happy, and very often only a brief period of happiness is granted him in this world; so why escape from this dream which cannot last long?

When a small child, I thought that success spelled happiness. I was wrong, happiness is like a butterfly which appears and delights us for one brief moment, but soon flits away.

You can have small moments of happiness in life. You certainly can't expect years and years of it.

Time is not kind to everything.

Happiness is like a cloud, if you stare at it long enough, it evaporates.

Life, an age to the miserable, and a moment to the happy.

Oh, how quickly things changed! Why didn't happiness last for ever? For ever wasn't a bit too long.

More than any other beauty (though it is true of all beauty except in art) passion seems to me to have the seeds of its own destruction in it.

As beauteous is the world, and many a joy Floats through its wide dominion. But, alas, When we would seize the winged good, it flies.

This is one moment, / But know that another / Shall pierce you with a sudden painful joy.

Happiness has always seemed like a bluebird, and consists of moments.

There are only moments of happiness - from contentment to ecstacy.

I mean putting yourself out there in the way of overwhelming happiness and knowing you're also putting yourself in the way of terrible harm. I'm scared to be this happy. I'm scared to be this extreme.

Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?

Beauty often fades, but seldom so swiftly as the joy it gives us.

I think I connect to people who could be written off as wild or dark, or who are just full of fire and looking for a place to put that fire. It's an important lesson to learn, and it's something I did learn: you live on behalf of others and you're happier and you have purpose. And you have a great excuse to have all that fire.

Nothing is permanently perfect. But there are perfect moments and the will to choose what will bring about more perfect moments.

Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.

The more ups and downs, the more joy I feel. The greater the fear, the greater the happiness I feel.

Life is once. Forever.

Let her tell stories and dance in the rain, somersault, tumble and run, her joys must be high as her sorrows are deep, let her grow like a weed in the sun.

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.

Some days the mere fact of seeing feels like perfect happiness... You feel so rich you long to share your jubilation with others. The memory of such moments is my most precious possession. Maybe because there've been so few of them. A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there-- even if you put them end to end they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds snatched from eternity.

True happiness Is not a mental hallucination. True happiness Is not a complacent feeling. True happiness Is the spontaneous feeling of joy That comes from knowing 132 You are doing the right thing 133 And leading a divine life.