Robert Silverberg Quotes

Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.

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.

The first thing you have to do is accept that decay sets in and there's nothing you can do about it.

Time destroys everything.

Time is not kind to everything.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

Time's stern tide, with cold Oblivion's wave, Shall soon dissolve each fair, each fading charm.

There is something miraculous in the way the years wash away your evidence, first you, then your friends and family, then the descendants who remember your face, until you aren’t even a memory, you’re only carbon, no greater than your atoms, and time will divide them as well.

A frail gift is beauty, which grows less as time draws on, and is devoured by its own years.

Time touches all things with a destroying hand.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away.

Time ... brings us everything we have and are, then comes with a back-loader and starts taking it all away.

...what makes you older is when your bones, muscles and blood wear out, when the heart sinks into oblivion and all the houses you ever lived in are gone and people are not really certain that your civilization ever existed.

We tried not to age, but time had its rage.

We're all going to eventually, even in the developed world, going to have to lose everything that we love. When you're beginning to rot a little bit, all of the videos crammed into your head, all of the extensions that extend your various powers, are going to being to seem a little secondary.

Celebrity was a long time in coming; it will go away. Everything goes away.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

Time takes all and gives all.

All things are only transitory.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

What ye have been ye still shall be, When we are dust the dust among, O yellow flowers!

The innocent and the beautiful have no enemy but time.