Quotes About Transience

A man is nothing but breath and shadow.

Fill the cup, and fill the can: Have a rouse before the morn: Every moment dies a man, Every moment one is born.

By the time I'm old, I'm sure I'll have lived a full enough life. I think we're mortal for a reason. Life gets tiring, man!

Fond man! the vision of a moment made! Dream of a dream! and shadow of a shade!

The anger of a meek man is like fire struck out of steel, hard to be got out, and when it is, soon gone.

A thing which fades With no outward sign - Is the flower Of the heart of man In this world!

A man is not a bird, to come and go with the springtime.

Books, like men their authors, have no more than one wayofcoming intothe world, but there areten thousand to go out of it, and return no more.

It is within the power of every man to live his life nobly, but of no man to live forever. Yet so many of us hope that life will go on forever, and so few aspire to live nobly.

Men are the dreams of a shadow.

Alas, poor men, their destiny. When all goes well a shadow will overthrow it. If it be unkind one stroke of a wet sponge wipes all the picture out.

Beyond age, leaf withered, man goes three footed no stronger than a child is, a dream that falters in daylight.

All the windy ways of men Are but dust that rises up, And is lightly laid again.

Men cannot live forever But they must die forever.

So fleet the works of men, back to their earth again;Ancient and holy things fade like a dream.

The great mountain must collapse, the mighty beam must break and the wise man wither like a plant.

A man who can be entertaining for a full day will be in his grave by night-fall.

Man wants but little, nor that little long; How soon must he resign his very dust, Which frugal nature lent him for an hour!

This vast and solid earth, that blazing sun, Those skies, thro' which it rolls, must all have end. What then is man? The smallest part of nothing.

The world's a bubble, and the life of man, Less than a span.

Even such is man, whose glory lendsHis life a blaze or two, and ends.

When I was a young man, near the beginning of my life, I looked around with true mindfulness and saw that all things are subject to decay.

Man is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But of a shadow, summed with all his substance.

The life of man is a winter way.