Patricia Briggs Quotes

IMMORTAL is an ample word When what we need is by, But when it leaves us for a time, 'Tis a necessity.

Intimacy is not trapped within words. It passes through words. It passes. The truth is that intimates leave the room. Doors close. Faces move away from the window. Time passes. Voices recede into the dark. Death finally quiets the voice. And there is no way to deny it. No way to stand in the crowd, uttering one's family language.

Not to hope for things to last forever, is what the year teaches and even the hour which snatches a nice day away.

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

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

All things are only transitory.

Time is death.

Time's a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all).

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

Betty inhales sharply, 'It's just I thought I had lost you forever.' Oh, Betty, don't you know there's no such thing as forever?

There must still be room for the falling note, of course. Even in an undying world there are times when beauty passes from sight, or love passes from the heart, and we feel the sorrow of partition.

Time doesn’t obey our commands. You cannot make it holy just because it is disappearing.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

Love is transient even on a very personal level. We lose everyone that we love. Sometimes we drift apart and sometimes we die.

'Tis time, my friend, 'tis time! For rest the heart is aching; Days follow days in flight, and every day is taking, Fragments of being, while together you and I, Make plans to live. Look, all is dust, and we shall die.

That's the one thing you wake up with every day: How long have I got left? And that's the saddest thing in the world, because you have this absolute realization that everything you love you're going to have to let go of and give up. I look at my daughter and I think, There's going to be a point where I'm not going to be around for her. Even the thought of that breaks my heart.

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

I knew that time would now pass for me differently than it would for him - that I, like everyone in that room, would go on accumulating loves and losses while he would not. And for me, that was the final and truly unbearable tragedy: Like all the innumerable dead, he'd once and for all been demoted from haunted to haunter.

Today will die tomorrow.

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

They tell me, Lucy, thou art dead, that all of thee we loved and cherished has with thy summer roses perished; and left, as its young beauty fled, an ashen memory in its stead.

Life really is very brief.

The problem with time, I've learned, whether it's those first two weeks I got to spend with you, or the final two months I got to spend with him, eventually time always runs out. I have no idea where you are out there in the world, John. But I understand that I lost the right to know these things long ago. No matter how many years go by, I know one thing to be as true as ever was - I'll see you soon then.