Marcus Aurelius Quotes

What goes up must come down. But don't expect it to come down where you can find it.

As a jumper, I try to defy gravity as long as I can. But no matter how far I jump, I'll always hit the earth eventually.

We may stop ourselves when going up, never when coming down.

What goes up must come down.

There are aphorisms that, like airplanes, stay up only while they are in motion.

A tree falls the way it leans.

We can change everything but we can't stop time.

A point of rest alone explains motion.

One small ball in the air. I wouldn't believe that at this moment you have to fear the intelligence aspects of this.

Everything comes to nothing in the end, I suppose. Or at least, nothing happens exactly the way we imagine it.

The basic rules of life would indicate that it can't last forever, and we'll fall off of the wave and have to climb onto another, but I don't think about it too much. We just keep moving.

The world is being created every minute, and the world is falling to pieces every minute

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

A little bird told me that jumping is easy and the falling is fun, right up until you hit sidewalk shivering and stunned.

A fall from such a height is rarely straight downwards.

And I was crying for gravity. It had sent me down the stairs, and I'd thought that meant something, but maybe it was just the direction that all things tend to flow.

to leap is not only to leap, it is to hit the ground somewhere.

So passed the seasons then, so they pass now, and so they will pass in time to come, while we come and go like leaves of the tree that fall and are soon forgotten.

It is the nature of walls that they should fall.

Stars, I have seen them fall, But when they drop and die No star is lost at all From all the star-sown sky. The toil of all that be Helps not the primal fault; It rains into the sea And still the sea is salt.

It is easy to look at these waves, accomplishing so little and to think that no matter what efforts we put forth in our lives, all we're really doing is rearranging the sand grains in a beach that in essence never changes.

Yet, though it is like this, simply, flowers fall amid our longing and weeds spring up amid our antipathy.

Yossarian was cold, too, and shivering uncontrollably. He felt goose pimples clacking all over him as he gazed down despondently at the grim secret Snowden had spilled all over the messy floor. It was easy to read the message in his entrails. Man was matter, that was Snowden's secret. Drop him out a window and he'll fall. Set fire to him and he'll burn. Bury him and he'll rot, like other kinds of garbage. The spirit gone, man is garbage. That was Snowden's secret. Ripeness was all. I'm cold,' Snowden said. 'I'm cold.

Night falls fast. Today is in the past.

We are not sure of sorrow, And joy was never sure; Today will die tomorrow; Time stoops to no man's lure.