Ludwig Borne Quotes

Everything born has to die, in order to make room for the future.

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.

The present flowed by them like a stream. The tree rustled. It had made music before they were born, and would continue after their deaths, but its song was of the moment. The moment had passed. The tree rustled again. Their senses were sharpened, and they seemed to apprehend life. Life passed. The tree rustled again.

Today will die tomorrow.

If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.

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.

The flesh surrenders itself. Eternity takes back its own. Our bodies stirred these waters briefly, danced with a certain intoxication before the love of life and self, dealt with a few strange ideas, then submitted to the instruments of Time. What can we say of this? I occurred. I am not...yet, I occurred.

Learn from nature. Stuff lives and stuff dies all the time, you know. Animals and birds and flowers. Trees come and go, and we come and go. That's it. So we should all seize life and make the most of what we have while we can.

Well, there's a remedy for all things but death, which will be sure to lay us flat one time or other.

Time takes all and gives all.

No young man ever thinks he shall die.

You only live a short time... and you are dead a long time.

Life is hardly more than a fraction of a second. Such a little time to prepare oneself for eternity!

You are not a beautiful, unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

Every time I think that I am getting old, and gradually going to the grave, something else happens.

Death, like birth, is a secret of Nature.

Remember, tomorrow is promised to no one.

Infancy is what is eternal, and the rest, all the rest, is brevity, extreme brevity.

Life and death matters, yes. And the question of how to behave in this world, how to go in the face of everything. Time is short and the water is rising.

Consistency is contrary to nature, contrary to life. The only completely consistent people are dead.

Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its pupils.

And suns grow meek, and the meek suns grow brief, and the year smiles as it draws near its death.