Donald Miller Quotes

We can none of us step into the same river twice, but the river flows on and the other river we step into is cool and refreshing, too

Men in their generations are like the leaves of the trees. The wind blows and one year's leaves are scattered on the ground; but the trees burst into bud and put on fresh ones when the spring comes round.

When one's dead, one's dead... This squirrel will become earth all in his time. And still later on, there'll grow new trees from him, with new squirrels skipping about in them. Do you think that's so very sad?

I have always looked upon decay as being just as wonderful and rich an expression of life as growth.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

No one wants to die. Even people who want to go to heaven don't want to die to get there. And yet death is the destination we all share. No one has ever escaped it. And that is as it should be, because Death is very likely the single best invention of Life. It is Life's change agent. It clears out the old to make way for the new.

The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom.

So the more things remained the same, the more they changed after all. Nothing endures. Not love, not a tree, not even a death by violence.

I think death is the most wonderful invention of life. It purges the system of these old models that are obsolete.

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 lasts forever but the certainty of change

Spring flies, and with it all the train it leads; and flowers, in fading, leave us but their seeds.

I hold the view that death is rather like changing one's clothes when they are torn and old. It is not an end in itself. Yet death is unpredictable-you do not know when and howT it will take place.

However good or bad a situation is, it will change.

Nothing is lasting but change; nothing perpetual but death.

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

Either things grow and change or they die.

Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,- Now green in youth, now withering on the ground; Another race the following spring supplies: They fall successive, and successive rise.

The hard thing about death is that nothing ever changes. The hard thing about life is that nothing stays the same.

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

Loss is nothing else but change, and change is Nature's delight.

Once something has outlived its usefulness in one area of life, its purpose for being in existence is no longer the same. The leaf that captures a stream of sunlight, and then transfers its energy to the tree, serves one purpose in the spring and summer, and another completely different one through the fall and winter.

Death is not a word to fear, any more than birth is.