1,603 Quotes by Ray Bradbury

Sunsets are loved because they vanish.Flowers are loved because they go.The dogs of the field and the cats of the kitchen are loved because soon they must depart.These are not the sole reasons, but at the heart of morning welcomes and afternoon laughters is the promise of farewell. In the gray muzzle of an old dog we see goodbye. In the tired face of an old friend we read long journeys beyond returns.

Oh, what strange wonderful clocks women are. They nest in Time. They make the flesh that holds fast and binds eternity. They live inside the gift, know power, accept, and need not mention it. Why speak of time when you are Time, and shape the universal moments, as they pass, into warmth and action? How men envy and often hate these warm clocks, these wives, who know they will live forever.

There was her face, like a summer peach, beautiful and warm, and the light of the candles reflected in her dark eyes. [He] held his breath. The entire world waited and held its breath.

When you reach the stars, boy, yes, and live there forever, all the fears will go, and Death himself will die.

Putting out the stars and extinguishing the sun.

The sun burnt every day. It burnt time.

Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them.

There was a smell like a cut potato from all the land, raw and cold and white from having the moon on it most of the night.

How talented was death. How many expressions and manipulations of hand, face, body, no two alike.