Ray Stannard Baker Quotes

But then it passed, as all things do.

Nothing lasts. Not even a great sorrow.

Nothing is forever...nothing lasts.

everything comes and goes; pleasure moves on too early and trouble leaves too slow

Everything passes. (That's what makes it endurable.)

In this world, full often, our joys are only the tender shadows which our sorrows cast.

Life is full of misery, loneliness, and suffering - and it's all over much too soon.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.

Everything in life is just for a while.

All things are subject to decay and change.

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

There is in this world in which everything wears out, everything perishes, one thing that crumbles into dust, that destroys itself still more completely, leaving behind still fewer traces of itself than Beauty: namely Grief.

The world is so ordered that we must, in a material sense, lose everything we have and love, one thing after another, until we ourselves close our eyes.

I'm here. Soon I won't be. Zoey's baby is here. Its pulse tick-ticking. Soon it won't be. And when Zoey comes out of that room, having signed on the dotted line, she'll be different. She'll understand what I already know- that death surrounds us all. And it tastes like metal between you teeth.

All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful past.

The on­ly thing I know is ev­ery­thing you love will die.

Happiness is brief. It will not stay. God batters at its sails.

Beauty is ever to the lonely mind a shadow fleeting; she is never plain. She is a visitor who leaves behind the gift of grief, the souvenir of pain.

Everything is temporary. Everything is bound to end.

I envy the dead.

No blessing lasts forever.

The logs of wood which move down the river together Are driven apart by every wave. Such inevitable parting Should not be the cause of misery.

There is some suffering that awaits us all.

One half of my life has put the other half in the grave.

Nothing can be grievous that is but once