A Quote by George Edward Moore

Beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, and love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

George Edward Moore

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And Love Beauty Dies Flies Love Soon Too Wings

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George Edward Moore
English - Philosopher
November 4, 1873 - October 24, 1958

The heart, in its journey to Allah, Majestic is He, is like that of a bird; Love is its head, and fear and hope are its two wings. When the head and two wings are sound, the bird flies gracefully; if the head is severed, the bird dies; if the bird loses one of its wings, it then becomes a target for every hunter or predator.

Ibn Qayyim Al-Jawziyya

The bird Imagination, That flies so far, that dies so soon; Her wings are colored like the sun, Her breast is colored like the moon.

Elinor Wylie

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

John Donne

Catch, then, oh! catch the transient hour, Improve each moment as it flies; Life's a short summer-man a flower; He dies-alas! how soon he dies!

Samuel Johnson

Only flies have true halteres. In fact, the scientific term for flies, 'diptera,' means 'two wings.' Most insects, including bees, have two pairs of wings for a total of four. In flies, the hindwing pairs have been transformed through evolution into the halteres.

Michael Dickinson

Beauty plus pity-that is the closest we can get to a definition of art. Where there is beauty there is pity for the simple reason that beauty must die: beauty always dies, the manner dies with the matter, the world dies with the individual.

Vladimir Nabokov

They say that "he who flies highest, falls farthest" - and who am I to argue? But we can't forget that "he who doesn't flap his wings, never flies at all".

Hunter S. Thompson

Yes, time flies. And where did it leave you? Old too soon...smart too late.

Mike Tyson

Beauty thinks it needs no talent and can feed on itself, so it soon dies.

Virginia C. Andrews

I think there's something in the human psyche that we're titillated by the person who flies too close to the candle and their wings get singed.

Jeffrey Combs

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.

Anais Nin

Love, free as air, at sight of human ties, Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.

Alexander Pope

Tell me why the caged bird nutters against its prison bars, and I will tell you why the soul sickens of earthliness. The bird has wings, and wings were made to cleave the air, and soar in freedom in the sun. The soul is immortal it cannot feed upon husks.

Randolph Sinks Foster

Old hands soil, it seems, whatever they caress, but they too have their beauty when they are joined in prayer. Young hands were made for caresses and the sheathing of love. It is a pity to make them join too soon.