Quotes About Transience

There is no limit to all the people who were before them. Yet the successor will not be celebrated by those who come even later. This too is futile and a pursuit of the wind.

As a man came from his motherís womb, so he will depart again, naked as he arrived. He takes nothing for his labor to carry in his hands.

For who knows what is good for a man during the few days in which he passes through his fleeting life like a shadow? Who can tell a man what will come after him under the sun?

before the light of the sun, moon, and stars is darkened, and the clouds return after the rain,

Remember Him before the silver cord is snapped and the golden bowl is crushed, before the pitcher is shattered at the spring and the wheel is broken at the well,

“Futility of futilities,” says the Teacher. “Everything is futile!”

The strong man will become tinder and his work will be a spark; both will burn together, with no one to quench the flames.

The proud look of man will be humbled, and the loftiness of men brought low; the LORD alone will be exalted in that day.

In that day the Lord will take away their finery: their anklets and headbands and crescents;

Lambs will graze as in their own pastures, and strangers will feed in the ruins of the wealthy.

“In that day the splendor of Jacob will fade, and the fat of his body will waste away,

For this is what the Lord says to me: “Within one year, as a hired worker would count it, all the glory of Kedar will be gone.

The high-walled fortress will be brought down, cast to the ground, into the dust.

The fading flower of his beautiful splendor, set on the summit above the fertile valley, will be like a ripe fig before the summer harvest: Whoever sees it will take it in his hand and swallow it.

But your many foes will be like fine dust, the multitude of the ruthless like blowing chaff. Then suddenly, in an instant,

It will break in pieces like a potterís jar, shattered so that no fragment can be found. Not a shard will be found in the dust large enough to scoop the coals from a hearth or to skim the water from a cistern.”

All the stars of heaven will be dissolved. The skies will be rolled up like a scroll, and all their stars will fall like withered leaves from the vine, like foliage from the fig tree.

Therefore their inhabitants, devoid of power, are dismayed and ashamed. They are like plants in the field, tender green shoots, grass on the rooftops, scorched before it is grown.

My dwelling has been picked up and removed from me like a shepherdís tent. I have rolled up my life like a weaver; He cuts me off from the loom; from day until night You make an end of me.

A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field.

The grass withers and the flowers fall when the breath of the LORD blows on them; indeed, the people are grass.

The grass withers and the flowers fall, but the word of our God stands forever.”

All the nations are as nothing before Him; He regards them as nothingness and emptiness.

To one bereft of an offering who chooses wood that will not rot, who seeks a skilled craftsman to set up an idol that will not topple?