Ralph Waldo Emerson Quotes

What's the point of trying to fix a world we're so briefly in?

What, if as said, man is a bubble.

I conceive of nothing, in religion, science or philosophy, that is more than the proper thing to wear, for a while.

Tomorrow I too – this feeling and thinking soul, the universe I am to myself – yes, tomorrow I too will be someone who no longer walks these streets, someone others will evoke with a vague: 'I wonder what's become of him?” And everything I do, everything I feel, everything I experience, will be just one less passer-by on the daily streets of some city or other.

We are an episode between two oblivions.

We long for permanence but everything in the known universe is transient. That's a fact but one we fight.

One day we'll all be dead, and none of this will matter" -The Brightest Star in the Sky.

I started thinking about how life is a lot like getting pushed out of a plane. You didn't ask to be here, none of us did. But we're all careening through space towards an eventual end that no one's gonna be able to put off. That's the only thing that's definite, this impact. So I started to think about how a lot of us fall at an incredible velocity, and it's over in the blink of an eye.

life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

I had got this far, and was thinking of what to say next, and as my habit is, I was pricking the paper idly with my pen. And I thought how, between one dip of the pen and the next, time goes on, and I hurry, drive myself, and speed toward death. We are always dying. I while I write, you while you read, and others while they listen or stop their ears, they are all dying.

What I've been thinking about recently is the idea of finite and fragility. Either we're acknowledging that our lives here are finite, this moment is finite, and that this whole world is fragile, or we're not, but it is really happening and that is really true.

everything is ridiculous if one thinks of death

The plain truth is we are going to die. Here I am, a teeny spec surrounded by boundless space and time, arguing with the whole of creation, shaking my fist, sputtering, growing even eloquent at times, and then-poof! I am gone. Swept off once and for all. I think that is very, very funny.

The meaning of life is that it stops.

It's not realistic to imagine that any poem will last forever. Our species won't last forever! We try to capture and preserve our impressions of reality because it's all going away: everything we think and remember, everything we've ever felt, everyone we love.

What is our life but a succession of preludes to that unknown song whose first solemn note is sounded by death?

The whole world's a bottle, And life's but a dram, When the bottle gets empty, It sure ain't worth a damn.

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

It's true that the biggest value of life is that it's going to stop. I was thinking when I was in New York the last time that all that we see that has importance is man-made. It isn't nature-made. And when I was looking through the window, looking at New York, I was so moved by humanity's desire for immortality-because that's what it is.

Consider The lilies of the field whose bloom is brief:-- We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

What shadows we are, and what shadows we pursue!

And as I looked at the star, I realised what millions of other people have realised when looking at stars. We're tiny. We don't matter. We're here for a second and then gone the next. We're a sneeze in the life of the universe.

The lot of man is to suffer and die.What's gone is of no consequence.

Ten million years from now, when then sun burns out and the Earth is just a frozen iceball hurtling through space, nobody's going to care whether or not I got this guy out.