Amy Bloom Quotes

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

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.

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

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.

The only thing that holds true happiness is that moment when you're in it. Nothing can be controlled.

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

What is happy? I think happy's in the moment. I don't think everybody can be happy all the time.

Happiness never lays its finger on its pulse. If we attempt to steal a glimpse of its features it disappears.

People have to snatch at happiness when they can, in this world. It is always easier to lose than to find.

All glory is fleeting.

Pleasure is the only thing one should live for, nothing ages like happiness.

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.

Those who seek happiness miss it, and those who discuss it, lack it.

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

There's certainly nothing lasting and definite about the theater.

Ephemeral should be the default.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

Happiness in this world, when it comes, comes incidentally. Make it the object of pursuit, and it leads us a wild-goose chase, and is never attained. Follow some other object, and very possibly we may find that we have caught happiness without dreaming of it.

How quickly passes away the glory of this world.

As for success, I don't care for it. It is a fragile thing.

Today's news, which may be yesterday's anyway, will be eclipsed 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.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.