Eugene Delacroix Quotes

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.

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

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

I see life as a burning meteorite that you can climb all over, and feed off, as it is falling to earth.

Time hurries by, we're here and gone.

I don't want to own anything that won't fit into my coffin.

I feel very much aware of my mortality. I'm here, and then I'm not. It's the same thing with everything else: the movie comes out, and then it's gone. Everything is changing all the time, and I'm not going to stress out and spend my entire time chasing something that ultimately doesn't exist.

We should never forget the inevitable, as we will lose everything eventually. So, why fret over any kind of security? The idea is to just fly and experience it all while it lasts.

Life doesn't last; art doesn't last. It doesn't matter.

I am a forgettable leaf on a tree.

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

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.

Anything we have, we are only borrowing. Anything. Any time.

All perishable is but an allegory.

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.

As leaves on the trees, such is the life of man.

The body is not a permanent dwelling, but a sort of inn which is to be left behind when one perceives that one is a burden to the host.

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.

The deeds of men, as footprints in the desert. Nothing under the circling moons is fated to last. Even the sun goes down.

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

Our doom is, to be sifted by the wind, heaped up, smoothed down like silly sands. We are less permanent than thought.

To make the best use of your life, you must never forget two truths: First, compared with eternity, life is extremely brief. Second, earth is only a temporary residence. You won't be here long, so don't get too attached.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.