Louise Erdrich Quotes

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

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

White means the strength of fragility and the fragility of the passage of time.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

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

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

How odd to watch a mortal kindle / Then to dwindle day by day / Knowing their bright souls are tinder / And the wind will have its way

Today's today. Tomorrow we may be ourselves gone down the drain of Eternity.

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

Life is a toy made of glass; it appears to be of inestimable price, but in reality it is very cheap.

Life is a winking light in the darkness.

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

What I've been thinking about recently is the idea of finite and fragility. Either we're acknowledging that our lives here are finite, this moment is finite, and that this whole world is fragile, or we're not, but it is really happening and that is really true.

Our nemesis is time, against which we have a single ally, memory, and even it betrays us.

I would have stayed forever within the garden of Re-mose's childhood, but time is a mother's enemy.

We like to think of life as a constant ... Yet it can be ended in a heartbeat.

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

Time sneaks up on you like a windshield on a bug.

Time is flying never to return.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

I have always been very obsessed with time. Time's passage makes us all very vulnerable and because we all experience it in our own way, it can make us feel very alone.

You only live a short time... and you are dead a long time.

I see that all of us who live are nothing but images or insubstantial shadow.