Quotes About Transience

Death may whiten in sun or out of it.

Each heart has its graveyard, each household its dead, And knells ring around us wherever we tread, And the feet that awhile made our pathway so bright Pass on to a land that is out of our sight.

Death came, Death went, but Commerce flowed Eternal.

A celebration of insignificance, Is that all we are in the end? And one day I'll just be one more of those faces, frozen in death and wonder

Death devours all lovely things.

For Death who takes what man would keep, Leaves what man would lose.

Everything goes through the cycle of birth, growth, maturation, decay and death. But all of this is an illusion. Everything we see is an illusion.

Anything that ends with death isn't really mind, just the things that pass through a mind.

We are all dying. Every single day that we are alive.

Feasts and business and pleasure and enjoyments seem great things to us, whilst we think of nothing else; but as soon as we add death to them they all sink into an equal littleness.

This thought is as a death.

More are men's ends marked than their lives before.The setting sun, the music at the close, As the last taste of sweets, is sweetest last, Writ in remembrance more than things long past.

Man comes and tills the field and lies beneath And after many a summer dieth the swan.

First our pleasures die - and then Our hopes and then our fears - and when These are dead the debt is due Dust claims dust - and we die too.

We're always on breath away from something--living or dying--, sometimes it just can't be helped.

The world didn't end with a whimper or a bang. Your life finished in complete silence. Gone in a blink. And then there was nothing.

Seventy years of life is nothing in front of a single day of death

On the Death of his ChildDew Evaporates And all our world is dew...so dear, So fresh, so fleeting

I am forever walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my food prints, And the wind will blow away the foam, But the sea and the shore will remain forever.

Once a flower is picked it immediately begins to die.

Death is woven in with the violets, " said Louis. "Death and again death.")

A flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.

Believe it or not each and every one of us in this room is one day going to stop breathing, turn cold, and die

The air smelled of a limited life expectancy.