Simone de Beauvoir Quotes

We are always dying, all the time. That's what living is; living is dying, little by little. It is a sequenced collection of individualized deaths.

I have not long to live. I have lasted more than a man's average allotted span, and while I still am hale and hearty, I know full well the hand of time , while it may miss a man at one reaping, will get him at the next.

Time is not kind to everything.

Time is death.

How terrible a thing time is.

I think we all lose in the end because we don't get to stay here forever.

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.

But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity. Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust. The grave's a fine and private place, But none I think do there embrace.

Time bears away all things.

An hour-glass is a reminder not only of time's quick flight, but also of the dust to which we must at last return

Everything which has name and form must die. If there are heavens with forms, these heavens must vanish in course of time; they may last millions of years, but there must come a time when they will have to go.

Time is that in which all things pass away.

Time ... brings us everything we have and are, then comes with a back-loader and starts taking it all away.

Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.

Once, once for all, if you would save your heart from breaking, learn this lesson once for all you must cease, in this world, to believe in the eternity of any creed or form at all. Whatever grows in time is a child of time, and is born and lives, and dies at its appointed day like ourselves.

O time! swift devourer of all created things!

The nature of finite things is to have the seed of their passing-away as their essential being: the hour of their birth is the hour of their death.

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

We die only once, and for such a long time.

All things are only transitory.

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

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.

Time destroys everything.

One hundred and ten years from now no one who is here now will be alive.

Time is the devourer of all things.