Jeff Beck Quotes

Well I've got to get out of the rat-race now I'm tired of the ways of mice and men And the empires all turning into rust again. Out of everything nothing remains the same That's why I'm cloud hidden Cloud hidden Whereabouts unknown.

Everything comes to an end, only objects are left to pine in the dark.

The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow.

Now I know that our world is no more permanent than a wave rising on the ocean. Whatever our struggles and triumphs, however we may suffer them, all too soon they bleed into a wash, just like watery ink on paper.

No one could have less faith in the absolute and definitive importance of the work created by man, because I believe that this world is nothing but a dream.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

I see that all of us who live are nothing but images or insubstantial shadow.

O what is life, if we must hold it thus as wind-blown sparks hold momentary fire?

Our lives feel like these epochs, but really, we are dust in the wind.

This world's a bubble.

The world forgetting, by the world forgot.

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

Men are more evanescent than pictures, yet one sorrows for lost friends, and pictures are my friends. I have none others. I am never long enough with men to attach myself to them; and whatever feelings of attachment I have are to material things.

Life is like a fire. Flames which the passer-by forgets. Ashes which the wind scatters. A man lived.

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

Life's temporary for a reason, it gets boring after awhile.

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.

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

The things we now esteem fixed shall, one by one, detach themselves, like ripe fruit, from our experience, and fall. The wind shall blow them none knows whither.

How old the world is! I walk between two eternities.... What is my fleeting existence in comparison with that decaying rock, that valley digging its channel ever deeper, that forest that is tottering and those great masses above my head about to fall? I see the marble of tombs crumbling into dust; and yet I don't want to die!

Even though in the world you are the most learned scholar of the time, Behold the vanishing of this world and this time!

Today's today. Tomorrow we may be ourselves gone down the drain of Eternity.

Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.