Robin Sloan Quotes

Life has a very simple plot: first you're here and then you're not.

We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.

Life is a bubble in a lake, that glitters for an instant, bursts, and leaves not even a blur on the water; it is the leap of a minnow, which sends a tiny ripple trembling for a few inches.

Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.

Lives are mere blips on the canvas of eternity.

Life is a frail moth flying Caught in the web of the years that pass.

Some men spend their whole life furnishing for themselves the things proper to life without realizing that at our birth each of us was poured a mortal brew to drink.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

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

Life doesn't last; art doesn't last. It doesn't matter.

For mortal kind taketh thought only for the day, and hath no more surety than the shadow of smoke.

Man, like a light in the night, is kindled and put out.

We are an episode between two oblivions.

Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow.

Reflect often upon the rapidity with which all existing things, or things coming into existence, sweep past us and are carried away.

Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.

O the world is but a word; were it all yours to give it in a breath, how quickly were it gone!

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.

Continuously thou wilt look at human things as smoke and nothing at all; especially if thou reflectest at the same time, that what has once changed will never exist again in the infinite duration of time. But thou, in what a brief space of time is thy existence? And why art thou not content to pass through this short time in an orderly way?

There is no complete life. There are only fragments. We are born to have nothing, to have it pour through our hands. And yet, this pouring, this flood of encounters, struggles, dreams...

Letting go all else, cling to the following few truths. Remember that man lives only in the present, in this fleeting instant: all the rest of his life is either past and gone, or not yet revealed. This mortal life is a little thing, lived in a little corner of the earth; and little, too, is the longest fame to come - dependent as it is on a succession of fast-perishing little men who have no knowledge even of their own selves, much less of one long dead and gone.

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