Henry David Thoreau Quotes

who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.

All things are only transitory.

Gold and silver from the dead turn often into lead.

You've got to learn to accept the law of life, and face the fact that we disintegrate slowly.

There's nothing glorious in dying. Anyone can do it.

The first thing you have to do is accept that decay sets in and there's nothing you can do about it.

Death is a very dull, dreary affair, and my advice to you is to have nothing whatsoever to do with it.

Death threatens our speech with futility because death is not just a biological event - it is a reality we fear may rob our living of any significance.

Time turns the old days to derision, Our loves into corpses or wives; And marriage and death and division Make barren our lives.

Time is death.

I cannot compete with the grave.

The Flower that once has blown forever dies.

Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.

Dust, in the end, settles on everything.

Green leaves on a dead tree is our epitaph-green leaves, dear reader, on a dead tree.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

The lot of man is to suffer and die.What's gone is of no consequence.

Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.

All beauty that surrounds us must one day perish.

How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.

But ah! what once has been shall be no more! The groaning earth in travail and in pain Brings forth its races, but does not restore, And the dead nations never rise again.

When I have seen by Time's fell hand defaced The rich proud cost of outworn buried age; When sometime lofty towers I see down-razed And brass eternal slave to mortal rage; When I have seen the hungry ocean gain Advantage on the kingdom of the shore, And the firm soil win of the watery main, Increasing store with loss and loss with store; When I have seen such interchange of state, Or state itself confounded to decay; Ruin hath taught me thus to ruminate, That Time will come and take my love away. This thought is as a death which cannot choose But weep to have that which it fears to lose.

History is a great cemetery: men, deeds, ideas are always dying as soon as they are born.

eventually, everything goes away.