Jodi Picoult Quotes

You make beauty and it disappears, I love that.

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

The essence of what makes life beautiful is the fact that it can go away.

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

The vulnerability of precious things is beautiful because vulnerability is a mark of existence. The destruction of Troy. The fall of the petals from fruit trees in blossom. To know that what is most precious is not rooted in existence - that is beautiful.

Everything is more beautiful because we're doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

The fading light is us, and we are, for a moment so brief (...) beautiful.

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

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.

Beautiful things never last. That’s why fireflies flash.

Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.

How passionately we love everything that cannot last: the dazzling crystallory of winter, the spring in bloom, the fragile flight of butterflies, crimson sunsets, a kiss, and life.

There is nothing certain in a man's life but that he must lose it.

Flowers are without hope. Because hope is tomorrow and flowers have no tomorrow.

Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.

I do have a sense, and I've never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.

Beauty is a fragile gift.

Dreams rise like the sun and set like the sun: One minute, it is high and bright; the next minute, you might lose it.

Anything that's given to you can be taken away from you at any time.

To me, beauty and sadness are very closely linked. Truly beautiful things make me sad because I know they are going to fade. When I see a beautiful 20-year-old boy or girl-and they are breathtaking-I am filled with a kind of sadness. But maybe they are beautiful because we know they are not permanent and they are in a kind of transition.

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

I cried over beautiful things, knowing no beautiful thing lasts.

Look at light and admire its beauty. Close your eyes, and then look again: what you saw is no longer there; and what you will see later is not yet.