Conor Oberst Quotes

I do have a sense, and I've never not had it, of how easily things can vanish.

Time is not kind to everything.

Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!

All lovely things will have an ending, All lovely things will fade and die; And youth, that's now so bravely spending, Will beg a penny by and by.

Time destroys everything.

Suddenly, as rare things will, it vanished.

Time is the devourer of all things.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be.

Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost.

Things always seem to glide away. They come to you, stay a moment, then leave again.

The flowers of life are but illusions. How many fade away and leave no trace.

Maybe I'd never see him again... maybe he'd gone for good... swallowed up, body and soul, in the kind of stories you hear about... Ah, it's an awful thing... and being young doesn't help any... when you notice for the first time... the way you lose people as you go along ... the buddies you'll never see again... never again... when you notice that they've disappeared like dreams... that it's all over... finished... that you too will get lost someday... a long way off but inevitably... in the awful torrent of things and people... of the days and shapes... that pass... that never stop.

The longest wave is quickly lost in the sea.

Sad that our finest aspiration, Our freshest dreams and meditations, In swift succession should decay, Like Autumn leaves that rot away.

You have to hurry up if you want to see something, everything disappears.

To vanish in the chinks that Time has made.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly?

The hippogriff took off into the air. . . . He and his rider became smaller and smaller as Harry gazed after them . . . then a cloud drifted across the moon. . . . They were gone.

Everything comes out of nothingness and goes back into nothingness. Hence there is no need for attachment, because attachment will bring misery. Soon it will be gone. The flower that has blossomed in the morning, by the evening will be gone. Don't get attached; otherwise in the evening there will be misery. Then there will be tears, then you will miss the flower. Enjoy while it is. But remember, it has come out of nothing, and it will go back to nothing. And the same is true about everything, even about people.

Where is it, this present? It has melted in our grasp, fled ere we could touch it, gone in the instant of becoming.

Immortality is a ridiculous illusion, an empty word, a butterfly net chasing the wind.

After school the very next day, El Rey's mobile home was gone. I laid in bed and wondered what happens to people when they go, if they become like shadows, if they fade away when they disappear from your life. The only thing I could see was the broken picket fence. The only sound I could hear was the cry of birds being killed in the night.