Quotes About Transience

My days are consumed like smoke.

What is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.

Garden fairies come at dawn, Bless the flowers then they're gone.

The fashion of this world passeth away.

Wherever you may be, death will overtake you, though you should be in raised-up towers.

For I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were.O spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go hence, and be no more.

Let us crown ourselves with rosebuds, before they be withered.

But ye shall die like men, and fall like one of the princes.

Rejoice not over thy greatest enemy being dead, but remember that we die all.

Thou shalt see the mountains that thou supposest fixed, passing by like clouds.

Our time is a very shadow that passeth away.

As he came forth of his mother's womb, naked shall he return to go as he came, and shall take nothing of his labor, which he may carry away in his hand.

Man that is born of a woman is of few days, and full of trouble.He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: he fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

I would not live alway: let me alone: for my days are vanity.

For we must needs die, and are as water spilt on the ground, which cannot be gathered up again.

Life's like a bubble...pop - Caleb alan Hall

Youth is fleeting, life less so.

The things that look fixed in the world, child—mountains, wealth, empires—their permanence is only an illusion. We believe they will last, but that is only because of the brevity of our own lives. From the perspective of God, cities like this come and go like anthills.

The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness.

You can cling to this world for a thousand years and still be plucked out of it in a breath.

The very life of any creature is a quick-fading spark in fathomless darkness. That's God's truth.

I'm thankful that everything sweet is sweet because it is finite.

They just say words, and what are words but sounds these men shape out of breath, weightless vapors they send into the air of the kitchen to dissipate and die.

Water was a wild, capricious substance: nothing solid, nothing permanent, nothing as it appeared.