Edwin Arlington Robinson Quotes

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

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

Everything that rises sets, and everything that grows, grows old.

You watch guys live through their peaks, and then unfortunately, you've got to come down from that peak.

I mean, everybody's star fades in every business; that's just a natural part of life.

Life is apogee, apex, decline; life is death - and everything else is open to discussion.

Our birth is nothing but our death begun, As tapers waste the moment they take fire.

The top of a pinnacle now, firewood soon

The brief span of our poor unhappy life to its final hour Is hastening on; and while we drink and call for gay wreaths, Perfumes, and young girls, old age creeps upon us, unperceived.

When you reach your peak it's time to die.

Time is the rider that breaks youth.

Neither our own passing nor the passing of an era is a tragedy, no matter how much we would like to think it is.

I'm getting old, that's the thing! What's in me now won't be there anymore.

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

You can't be young always. The day will come when everything will fall apart.

Right now the new is you, but someday not too long from now, you will gradually become the old and be cleared away. Sorry to be so dramatic, but it is quite true.

Everything of this life as a mortal is fiction. It seems real, but...

Every fair from fair sometime declines

Jump to the day we'll all be dead and none of this will matter. Jump to the day another house will stand here and the people living there won't know we ever happened.

A generation of men is like a generation of leaves; the wind scatters some leaves upon the ground, while others the burgeoning wood brings forth - and the season of spring comes on. So of men one generation springs forth and another ceases.

The sun exactly at noon is exactly [beginning to] go down. And a creature when he is born is exactly [beginning to] die.

Time is a great ocean which, like the other ocean, overflows with our remains.