John Lancaster Spalding Quotes

Ah, tell me not that memory sheds gladness o'er the past, what is recalled by faded flowers, save that they did not last?

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

I envy the dead.

There's a sadness about love, a melancholy and a sadness about beauty. It's just part of the human experience of living on this planet.

who wants flowers when youre dead? nobody.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time.

I used flowers because they die. My mood was darkly romantic at the time.

Each leaf that brushed his face deepened his sadness and dread. Each leaf he passed he'd never pass again. They rode over his face like veils, already some yellow, their veins like slender bones where the sun shone through them. He had resolved himself to ride on for he could not turn back and the world that day was as lovely as any day that ever was and he was riding to his death.

But the tune ends too soon for us all

Time is flying never to return.

The sad events that occur in my life are the sad events that happen to everybody, with losing friends and family, but that is a natural occurrence, as natural as being born.

A flower falls, even though we love it; and a weed grows, even though we do not love it.

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

I long for the time of no more departures. It has something to do with age, probably.

Must not all things at the last be swallowed up in death?

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

The good times of today, are the sad thoughts of tomorrow.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

A wedding is a funeral where you smell your own flowers.

Our time on Earth is so random.

As the blessings of health and fortune have a beginning, so they must also find an end. Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

No blessing lasts forever.

To have died once is enough.

No one wants life to end. It was bad enough when my last tour came to an end.