Marcus Aurelius Quotes

Whatever is truly alive must die. Look at the flowers; only plastic flowers never die.

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.

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

All things are only transitory.

I like things that are just about to go. Everything's leaving. Death is never far away from me. When you make something, death can't help but be in it.

It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it's the most beautiful thing we have in our lives - time.

Death devours all lovely things.

Worlds on worlds are rolling ever From creation to decay, Like the bubbles on a river Sparkling, bursting, borne away.

For some reason focusing on destruction and mortality is more poetically exciting to me than hope and love.

Everything that comes together falls apart.

The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

I came like Water, and like Wind I go.

Nothing is of a permanent nature.

He removed several pages of death certificates, which were picked up by another breeze and sent into the trees. Some would fall with the leaves that September. Some would fall with the trees generations later.

Dust into Dust, and under Dust to lie, Sans Wine, sans Song, sans Singer, and-sans End!

All things change, and you yourself are constantly wasting away. So also is the universe.

Nothing is permanent. The only thing any of us have in common is the inevitable.

For all that we have done, as a civilization, as individuals, the universe is not stable, and nor is any single thing within it. Stars consume themselves, the universe itself rushes apart, and we ourselves are composed of matter in constant flux. Colonies of cells in temporary alliance, replicating and decaying and housed within, an incandescent cloud of electrical impulse and precariously stacked carbon code memory. This is reality, this is self knowledge, and the perception of it will, of course, make you dizzy.

Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.

Thoughts will change and shift just like the wind and the water when you're on the boat; thoughts are no different than anything else.

Destroying is a necessary function in life. Everything has its season, and all things eventually lose their effectiveness and die.

Time is death.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be.

All things which exist in time must perish