Benjamin Graham Quotes

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

Robert, you are just a transient. I have seen them come and I have seen them go and I’ll be here long after you have gone.

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

Life is short but it is wide. This too shall pass.

The morning Sunne never lasts a day.

My grandmother always would say, "This, too, shall pass." It is always true.

All things must pass.

Youth passes like a dream.

All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.

Time goes, you say? Ah, no! alas, time stays, we go.

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

Ignorant men raise questions that wise men answered a thousand years ago.

No parent is there forever. So I won't be here forever with these kids.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.

Do what you think is right, because one damn thing is an absolute, certainly: We come and go. Politicians are a dime a dozen.

We are born, we live, we disappear. One of the chilling aspects of history is the swiftness with which it carries us into oblivion.

Nothing lasts forever but we always try, and I just can't help but wonder why we let it pass us by

All around me darkness gathers, Fading is the sun that shone, We must speak of other matters, You can be me when I'm gone Flowers gathered in the morning, Afternoon they blossom on, Still are withered in the evening, You can be me when I'm gone.

Time perfects all living beings as well as kills them; it alone is awake when all others are asleep. Time is insurmountable.

Nothing can be sadder or more profound than to see a thousand things for the first and last time. To journey is to be born and die each minute...All the elements of life are in constant flight from us, with darkness and clarity intermingled, the vision and the eclipse; we look and hasten, reaching out our hands to clutch; every happening is a bend in the road...and suddenly we have grown old. We have a sense of shock and gathering darkness; ahead is a black doorway; the life that bore us is a flagging horse, and a veiled stranger is waiting in the shadows to unharness us.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

History is a great cemetery: men, deeds, ideas are always dying as soon as they are born.

Our lives carry us along in ways we cannot control, and almost nothing stays with us. It dies when we do, and death is something that happens to us every day.