Walter Scott Quotes

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

Everything is about to disappear. You've got to hurry up if you still want to see things.

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.

In the end, the wind takes everything, doesn't it? And why not? Why other? If the sweetness of our lives did not depart, there would be no sweetness at all.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

Some things are forgotten, some things disappear, some things die.

Nothing is forever in the Theatre. Whatever it is, it's here, it flares up, burns hot and then its gone.

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

Nothing comes back. The eye sees for a moment, the ear hears, but look, now it is gone.

Life is a vapor. It passes in the blink of an eye.

Look round and round upon this bare bleak plain, and see even here, upon a winter's day, how beautiful the shadows are! Alas! It is the nature of their kind to be so. The loveliest things in life... are but shadows; and they come and go, and change and fade away, as rapidly as these.

eventually, everything goes away.

This greatest mortal consolation, which we derive from the transitoriness of all things-from the right of saying, in every conjuncture, "This, too, will pass away.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

Impermanence is the very essence of joy-the drop of bitterness that enables one to perceive the sweet.

All things fade and quickly turn to myth.

Surely 't is better, when summer is over To die when all fair things are fading away.

And here you are hurried, And here you are gone; And here is the love, That it's all built upon.

Thus my life is a flight and I lose everything and everything belongs to oblivion, or to him.

Life can seem rather unreal at times. Alive and well and loving one day. No longer there the next.

In life, and in sports, we all know that nothing lasts forever.