Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

Beauty is a fragile gift.

How beautiful it is and how easily it can be broken.

Snapshots, moments, mere seconds: as fragile and beautiful and hopeless as a single butterfly, flapping on against a gathering wind.

You're beautiful, like a May fly.

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

There is a thing where I get scared watching other people, and really realize, My God, their happy lives are going to stop. Sometimes you feel that people have 19 jokers in their back pocket and, because of the way they're living, you're like, Do you know that this is not going to happen over and over again forever?

If I could/bind myself to this moment, to the slow//snare of its scent/what would it matter if I became//just the flutter of page/in a text someone turns//to examine me/in the wrong color?

The vulnerability of precious things is beautiful because vulnerability is a mark of existence. The destruction of Troy. The fall of the petals from fruit trees in blossom. To know that what is most precious is not rooted in existence - that is beautiful.

What do we have in common with the rosebud, which trembles because a drop of dew lies on its body?

I'm a whisper in water.

Stars and blossoming fruit-trees: utter permanence and extreme fragility give an equal sense of eternity.

I think, that if I touched the earth, It would crumble; It is so sad and beautiful, So tremulously like a dream.

She seemed fragile like a moonflower – destined to bloom for a single lovely night, and then to fade and fall.

The things that I loved were very frail. Very fragile. I didn't know that. I thought they were indestructible. They weren't.

Everyone is fragile. Everything beautiful is fragile

Beauty is at its most poignant when the cold hand of Death holds poised to wither it imminently.

There is only this now. It does not come from anywhere; it is not going anywhere. It is not permanent, but it is not impermanent. Though moving, it is always still. When we try to catch it, it seems to run away, and yet it is always here and there is no escape from it. And when we turn around to find the self which knows this moment, we find that it has vanished like the past.

All merely graceful attributes are usually the most evanescent.

if only these treasures were not so fragile as they are precious and beautiful.

Passing beauties are only the fugitive reflections of the eternal. All beauty alters and all life melts away; in short, everything passes with marvelous rapidity; beautiful Helen of Troy has become a toothless skull, then a handful of dust, then nothing.

I can see the beauty of glass objects fully at the moment when they slip from my hand

That you can know what i have in me and still want me as much as i want you. i go to sleep every night afraid i'll wake up and you'll be gone.or that i scared you away ... that i dreamed you-" "no. Gideon." jesus he broke my heart every day. shattered me.

...crystal and hearts would lose all their merit in the world if it were not for their fragility.

These flowers will be rotten in a couple hours. Birds will crap on them. The smoke here will make them stink, and tomorrow a bulldozer will probably run over them, but for right now they are so beautiful.

There is no safety this side of the grave