Isaac Watts Quotes

Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.

Lives are mere blips on the canvas of eternity.

Letting go all else, cling to the following few truths. Remember that man lives only in the present, in this fleeting instant: all the rest of his life is either past and gone, or not yet revealed. This mortal life is a little thing, lived in a little corner of the earth; and little, too, is the longest fame to come - dependent as it is on a succession of fast-perishing little men who have no knowledge even of their own selves, much less of one long dead and gone.

Time hurries by, we're here and gone.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

Continuously thou wilt look at human things as smoke and nothing at all; especially if thou reflectest at the same time, that what has once changed will never exist again in the infinite duration of time. But thou, in what a brief space of time is thy existence? And why art thou not content to pass through this short time in an orderly way?

We are all under sentence of death, but with a sort of indefinite reprieve.

Life has a very simple plot: first you're here and then you're not.

I like things that are just about to go. Everything's leaving. Death is never far away from me. When you make something, death can't help but be in it.

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; to every day we live, a day we die.

We pass through this world but once.

The tragedy of life is not that it ends so soon.

We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.

For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

Our lives disappear, even as we live them.

Life is a bubble in a lake, that glitters for an instant, bursts, and leaves not even a blur on the water; it is the leap of a minnow, which sends a tiny ripple trembling for a few inches.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

Just as a line drawn on water with a stick will quickly vanish and will not last long; even so, brahmins, is human life like a line drawn on water. It is short, limited, and brief; it is full of suffering. One should do good and live a pure life; for none who is born can escape death.

The end of all is death and man's life passeth away suddenly as a shadow.

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

I thought about all of the things that everyone ever says to each other, and how everyone is going to die, whether it's in a millisecond, or days, or months, or 76.5 years, if you were just born. Everything that's born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they're all on fire, and we're all trapped.

Nature has given man no better thing than shortness of life.

We’re all dying, Cassel. It’s just that some of us are dying faster than others.

Our lives fade behind us before we die.

A life is a moment in season. A life is one snowfall. A life is one autumn day. A life is the delicate, rapid edge of a closing door's shadow. A life is a brief movement of arms and of legs.