Scott Westerfeld Quotes

In life, and in sports, we all know that nothing lasts forever.

This greatest mortal consolation, which we derive from the transitoriness of all things-from the right of saying, in every conjuncture, "This, too, will pass away.

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

Nothing lasts forever. That's the tragedy and the miracle of existence - that everything is impermanent. Everything changes. All we can do is make the best of the time we have. And go down shooting, naturally.

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Robert, you are just a transient. I have seen them come and I have seen them go and I’ll be here long after you have gone.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

Nothing is forever in the Theatre. Whatever it is, it's here, it flares up, burns hot and then its gone.

Nothing can last forever. There isn't any memory, no matter how intense, that doesn't fade out at last.

Nothing lasts forever but we always try, and I just can't help but wonder why we let it pass us by

Nothing lasts forever, and no one can predict what will happen to me in the near or distant future.

To venerate the simple days Which lead the seasons by, Needs but to remember That from you or I They may take the trifle Termed mortality!

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is to be born and die each minute...All the elements of life are in constant flight from us, with darkness and clarity intermingled, the vision and the eclipse; we look and hasten, reaching out our hands to clutch; every happening is a bend in the road...and suddenly we have grown old. We have a sense of shock and gathering darkness; ahead is a black doorway; the life that bore us is a flagging horse, and a veiled stranger is waiting in the shadows to unharness us.

All who are born are always dying.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

This is the time to remember cause it will not last forever. These are the days to hold onto cause we won't although we'll want to.

Human life is but of brief duration. 'All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God shall stand forever' (Isa. 40:6, 8). Let us hold fast to the commandment that abides, and despise the unreality that passes away.

Everything is temporary if you give it enough time.