Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

But beauty has wings, and too hastily flies, And love, unrewarded, soon sickens and dies.

All beauty is sad. For it fades.

Beauty is beautiful because it is doomed to perish!

Beauty and love pass, I know... Oh, there's sadness, too. I suppose all great happiness is a little sad. Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses-

The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.

Beauty means the scent of roses and then the death of roses

Death is the mother of beauty

Thus, whether it be wit or beauty that a man’s in love with, there are no great hopes of a lasting happiness; beauty, with all the helps of arts, is of no long date; the more it is , the sooner it decays; and he, who only or chiefly chose for beauty, will in a little time find the same reason for another choice.

When a beautiful rose dies beauty does not die because it is not really in the rose. Beauty is an awareness in the mind. It is a mental and emotional response that we make. We respond to life as though it were perfect. When we go into a forest we do not see the fallen rotting trees. We are inspired by a multitude of uprising trees.. .The goal of life is happiness and to respond to life as though it were perfect is the way to happiness. It is also the way to positive art work.

Love- the infatuation kind- 'he's so handsome, she's so beautiful'- that can shrivel. As soon as something goes wrong, that kind of love can fly out the window.

Beauty's of a fading nature Has a season and is gone!

When beauty is universal, it loses its power to move the heart,

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes
Locked in endless dreams
Th' extreme of all extremes
Ope no more, for now Love dies.