Quotes About Transience

For violent fires soon burn out themselves;Small showers last long, but sudden storms are short.

Thus sometimes hath the brightest Day a Cloud; And after Summer, evermore succeeds Barren Winter, with his wrathful nipping Cold...

The inaudible and noiseless foot of time.

Sometimes hath the brightest day a cloud;And after summer evermore succeedsBarren winter, with his wrathful nipping cold:So cares and joys abound, as seasons fleet.

Let Rome in Tiber melt, and the wide archOf the rang'd empire fall! Here is my space.Kingdoms are clay.

Fear no more the heat o' the sun,Nor the furious winter's rages;Thou thy worldly task hast done,Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages;Golden lads and girls all must,As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.

Had I but died an hour before this chanceI had liv'd a blessed time; for, from this instant,There's nothing serious in mortality,All is but toys; renown and grace is dead,The wine of life is drawn, and the mere leesIs left this vault to brag of.

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate:Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer's lease hath all too short a date.

What is pomp, rule, reign, but earth and dust?And, live we how we can, yet die we must.

I have touch'd the highest point of all my greatness;And from that full meridian of my glory,I haste now to my setting: I shall fallLike a bright exhalation in the evening,And no man see me more.

The earth hath bubbles, as the water has,And these are of them.

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow,And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field.

Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end.

The sands are number'd that make up my life.

Take it easy, nothing matters in the end, what goes up must come down. If I'd known that at 20, I wouldn't have done anything!

Life was...sad. And yet it was beautiful. The beauty was dimmed when the sadness welled up. And the beauty would be there again when the sadness went. So the beauty and the sadness belonged together somehow, though they were not the same at all.

The Rainbow comes and goes,And lovely is the Rose.

Though nothing can bring back the hourOf splendor in the grass, of glory in the flower.

The clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober coloring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality.

The sky is low, the clouds are mean, A travelling flake of snow Across a barn or through a rut Debates if it will go. A narrow wind complains all day How some one treated him; Nature, like us, is sometimes caught Without her diadem. - Beclouded

I roved o'er many a hill and many a dale With this my weary load, in heat and cold, Through many a wood, and many an open ground, In sunshine or in shade, in wet or fair, Now blithe, now drooping, as it might befal, My best companions now the driving winds And now the trotting brooks and whispering trees And now the music of my own sad steps, With many a short-lived thought that pass'd between And disappeared.

Every natural man is a man who "dies in a tent" [Num. 19:14]; his physical body is a tent, and the one who is in the tent is dead.

According to my experience, I can testify that both riches and poverty pass away, but God abides. Whether we are rich or poor, God is.

For a long time he watched her. When she was lost to sight, he was almost a little moved. But that's life, thought death.