Henri Frederic Amiel Quotes

Everything alive must die. Every building built to the sky will fall. Don't try to tell me my everlasting love is a lie.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with mud collect; weeds settle there, and soon birds have made a nest and are feeding their young among the blossoming water plants. Then the river rises and the earth is washed away. The birds depart, the flowers wither, the branches are dislodged and drift downward; no trace is left of the floating island but a stone submerged by the water; - such is our personality.

Nothing lasts forever but the certainty of change

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

Every thing that grows / Holds in perfection but a little moment.

The present is the funeral of the past, And man the living sepulchre of life.

I could not have known then that everybody, every person, has to leave, has to change like seasons; they have to or they die. The seasons remind me that I must keep changing.

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

When something good comes your way, you better feel fortunate, because it doesn't last forever.

She would never change, but one day at the touch of a fingertip she would fall to dust.

No one knows anything, really. It's all rented, or borrowed.

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.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.

All things must pass, all things must pass away.

Everything is temporary if you give it enough time.

Days are coloured bubbles that float upon the surface of fathomless nights.

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

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

All that is transitory is but a metaphor.

All things must pass.

Mortalhood is a fine state to visit, but you'd better not call it home.