Amanda Marshall Quotes

One moment it was there, another moment it is gone. One moment we are here, and another moment we have gone. And for this simple moment, how much fuss we make! How much violence, ambition, struggle, conflict, anger, hatred, just for this small moment! Just waiting for the train in a waiting room on a station, and creating so much fuss: fighting, hurting each other, trying to possess, trying to boss, trying to dominate - all that politics. And then the train comes and you are gone forever.

Things pass us by. Nobody can catch them. That's the way we live our lives.

She would fain have caught at the skirts of that departing time, and prayed it to return, and give her back what she had too little valued while it was yet in her possession. What a vain show Life seemed! How unsubstantial, and flickering, and flitting! It was as if from some aerial belfry, high up above the stir and jar of the earth, there was a bell continually tolling, ‘All are shadows!—all are passing!—all is past!

Life is a stream On which we strew Petal by petal the flower of our heart; The end lost in dream, They float past our view, We only watch their glad, early start. Freighted with hope, Crimsoned with joy, We scatter the leaves of our opening rose; Their widening scope, Their distant employ, We never shall know. And the stream as it flows Sweeps them away, Each one is gone Ever beyond into infinite ways. We alone stay While years hurry on, The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

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

And you know, these things don't last forever.' I know, Mandy. Nothing does.' That's the spirit.

I wish my days could be washed away like the chalk lines of my days.

How did it get so late so soon? Its night before its afternoon. December is here before its June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?

We are time's subjects, and time bids be gone.

Life is wasted on the living.

Hurried and worried until we're buried, and there's no curtain call, Lifes a very funny proposition after all.

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.

Time never stood still for me. It went too fast; that was the bad thing about it!

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

Everything changes. The more I try to hold on to the moment, the more it slips through my fingers.

Acting is ephemeral. It's not like making a painting that lasts forever. You're doing something, and the very action which comes and goes, is being demonstrated in front of you. Within that process, you're trying to go against the grain.

Every moment was a precious thing, having in it the essence of finality.

Already, it is later than you think for your earthly life at best, is only a blink of an eye between two eternities.

Today's today. Tomorrow we may be ourselves gone down the drain of Eternity.

Nothing lasts forever. That's the tragedy and the miracle of existence - that everything is impermanent. Everything changes. All we can do is make the best of the time we have. And go down shooting, naturally.

Tristan and Yvaine were happy together. Not forever-after, for Time, the thief, eventually takes all things into his dusty storehouse, but they were happy, as these things go, for a long while

The things that have been and shall be no more, The things that are, and that hereafter shall be, The things that might have been, and yet were not, The fading twilight of joys departed.

But when to-morrow comes, yesterday's morrow will have been already spent: and lo! a fresh morrow will be for ever making away with our years, each just beyond our grasp.

Our lives fade behind us before we die.