And you're sorry that the ephemeral beauty has faded so rapidly, so irretrievably, that it flashed so deceptively and pointlessly before your eyes - you're sorry, for you didn't even have time to fall in love.
Art produces ugly things which frequently become more beautiful with time. Fashion, on the other hand, produces beautiful things which always become ugly with time.
Sunsets, like childhood, are viewed with wonder not just because they are beautiful but because they are fleeting.
Perhaps the magic would last, perhaps it wouldn't. But then again, what does?
Beautiful things never last. That’s why fireflies flash.
How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?
After fifteen minutes nobody looks at a rainbow.
Men pass in front of our eyes like butterflies, creatures of a brief season. We love them; they are brave, proud, beautiful, and clever.
A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
Tis not on youth's smooth cheek the blush alone, which fades so fast, But the tender bloom of heart is gone, ere youth itself be past.
