Harold Ramis Quotes

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.

I'd found heaven and grabbed it as tightly as I could, but it was unraveling, an insubstantial thread sliding between my fingers, too fine to hold.

The real problem with happiness is neither its pursuers nor their books; it's happiness itself. Happiness is like beauty: part of its glory lies in its transience.

In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place today, it is vain to seek it there tomorrow. You can not lay a trap for it.

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

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

None thrives for long upon the happiest dream.

Happiness is so rarely a part of my vocabulary, because for me it's so fleeting

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.

Happiness is such a fleeting point of view - there's no such thing as continual happiness.

That’s life for you. All the happiness you gather to yourself, it will sweep away like it’s nothing. If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough.

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

That mortal is a fool who, prospering, thinks his life has any strong foundation; since our fortune's course of action is the reeling way a madman takes, and no one person is ever happy all the time.

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

Bliss in possession will not last; Remembered joys are never past.

Terrestrial happiness is of short duration. The brightness of the flame is wasting its fuel; the fragrant flower is passing away in its own odors.

...nothing wonderful lasted forever. Joy was as fleeting as a shooting star that crossed the evening sky, ready to blink out at any moment.

Feel lucky for what you have when you have it. Isn't that the point? Happily ever after doesn't mean happy forever.

All pleasure in the world is a passing dream.

We are seeing, then, that our experience is altogether momentary. From one point of view, each moment is so elusive and so brief that we cannot even think about it before it has gone. From another point of view, this moment is always here, since we know no other moment than the present moment. It is always dying, always becoming past more rapidly than imagination can conceive. Yet at the same time it is always being born, always new, emerging just as rapidly from that complete unknown we call the future. Thinking about it almost makes you breathless.

Saki says that youth is like hors d'oeuvres: you are so busy thinking of the next courses you don't notice it. When you've had them, you wish you'd had more hors d'oeuvres.

All human joys are swift of wing, For heaven doth so allot it; That when you get an easy thing, You find you haven't got it

I could hear the knock and whistle of the water pipes, the purr of the calico cat. And at that moment a happiness filled me that was pure and perfect and yet it was bled with despair - as if I had been handed a cup of ambrosial nectar to drink from and knew that once I finished drinking, the cup would be withdrawn forever, and nothing to come would ever taste as good.

But life is just a party, and parties weren't meant to last.

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