Henry Ward Beecher Quotes

We are all dying. Every single day that we are alive.

The only certainty life contains is death.

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.

Brief is this existence, as a visit in a strange house. The path to be pursued is poorly lit by a flickering consciousness.

Each person is born to one possession which outvalues all his others-his last breath.

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.

A life is a moment in season. A life is one snowfall. A life is one autumn day. A life is the delicate, rapid edge of a closing door's shadow. A life is a brief movement of arms and of legs.

Time goes by so fast. Nothin' can outrun it. Death commences too early--almost before you're half-acquainted with life--you meet the other.

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

Tomorrow is another day toward death.

What is life? It departs covertly. Like a thief Death took him.

Blessed be Death, that cuts in marble What would have sunk to dust!

In man's life, time is but a moment; being, a flux; sense is dim; the material frame corruptible; soul, an eddy of breath; fortune a thing inscrutable, and fame precarious.

Remember that even if you were to live for three thousand years, or thirty thousand, you could not lose any other life than the one you have, and there will be no other life after it. So the longest and the shortest lives are the same. The present moment is shared by all living creatures, but the time that is past is gone forever. No one can lose the past or the future, for if they don't belong to you, how can they be taken from you?

While we are reasoning concerning life, life is gone.

He who was living is now dead We who were living are now dying With a little patience.

Life is but a day at most.

Our lives are but our marches to the grave.

Every life is punctuated by deaths and departures, and each one causes great suffering that it is better to endure rather than forgo the pleasure of having known the person who has passed away. Somehow our world rebuilds itself after every death, and in any case we know that none of us will last forever. So you might say that life and death lead us by the hand, firmly but tenderly.

The only certainty is death.

The greatest certainty in life is death. The greatest uncertainty is the time.

They live ill who expect to live always.

... life is a flickering candle we all carry around. A gust of wind, a meaningless accident, a microsecond of carelessness, and it's out. Forever.