Doug Stanhope Quotes

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

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.

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

Nothing lasts-not even pain.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

But it is like a running blaze on a plain, like a flash of lightning in the clouds. We live in the flicker - may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling!

I'm saying with very few exceptions nothing lasts forever, and among those exceptions, no work or thought of man is numbered.

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

Life is only a flicker of melted ice.

That's the thing about life; everything feels so permanent, but you can disappear in an instant.

The things that we have and that we think are so solid - they're like smoke, and time is like the sky that the smoke disappears into, nothing is left but the sky, and the sky keeps on being just the same forever.

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

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.

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

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

We pass through this world but once.

Time hurries by, we're here and gone.

It is a common saying, and in everybody's mouth, that life is but a sojourn.

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.

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

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

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

Everything in life is just for a while.