George Santayana Quotes

The only infallible truth of our lives is that everything we love in life will be taken from us.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Life is a process of one goneness after another.

The world is impermanent. One should constantly remember death.

People come. They go. Dying is the same as rehab or moving back to Missouri. It just means I won't be seeing them again.

For pleasures past I do not grieve, nor perils gathering near; My greatest grief is that I leave nothing that claims a tear.

Death is an art, you know.

Life is change, to cease to change is to cease to live; yet if you may shed a tear beside the death-bed of an old friend, let not your heart be silent on the dissolving of a faith.

I'm hyper-focused on loss. But I know it's just the impermanence of being here.

So we're in this process of letting go of our own attachments to our physical forms and to the people we love, and... basically everything. Life is like this one big process of letting go.

as they die, the ones we love, we lose our witnesses, our watchers, those who know and understand the tiny little meaningless patterns, those words drawn in water with a stick. And there is nothing left but the endless flow.

Melancholy is at the bottom of everything, just as at the end of all rivers is the sea. Can it be otherwise in a world where nothing lasts, where all that we have loved or shall love must die? Is death, then, the secret of life? The gloom of an eternal mourning enwraps, more or less closely, every serious and thoughtful soul, as night enwraps the universe.

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.

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.

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.

Joy and sorrow, beauty and deformity, equally pass away.

It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.

I don't think of death in a romantic way anymore.

Animals have a much better attitude to life and death than we do. They know when their time has come. We are the ones that suffer when they pass, but it's a healing kind of grief that enables us to deal with other griefs that are not so easy to grab hold of.

Life is sad. People, you know, are going to pass, and you know that you will one day.

I envy the dead.

Every so often, we all gaze into the abyss. It's a depressing fact of life that eventually the clock expires; eventually the sand in the hourglass runs out. It's the leaving behind of everything that matters to us that hurts the most.

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.