Rich Froning Jr. Quotes

There is nothing assured to mortals.

Everything passes. Nobody gets anything for keeps. And that's how we've got to live.

Sometimes you think things are going to be forever, and then... of course, they're not.

It can be here today and gone tomorrow.

No one could say how long that life would last. Whatever has form can disappear in an instant.

What is this world? A mere curl of smoke for the wind to scatter.

Fame is a fickle food upon a shifting plate.

Yes, you can lose somebody overnight, yes, your whole life can be turned upside down. Life is short. It can come and go like a feather in the wind.

That's the nature of this business. Something that took ten years to make can crumble in an instant. It could be snatched away from you at any moment.

Let's be honest: material comes and goes.

Nothing lasts forever in my profession.

Life is like this: things come and go.

It's so easy for all the success in the world to suddenly end, and I'm quite aware of that.

Anything that's given to you can be taken away from you at any time.

I do have in the back of my head that you never know how long it lasts.

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

The whole message of the piece was that possessions are transient. You don't know if you are going to be able to have time with somebody, so you better be careful.

Everything, no matter how beautiful, is only with us for awhile.

Nothing lasts forever, and no one can predict what will happen to me in the near or distant future.

I learnt too late that what is most important to us is always most precious at the moment it occurs, and it is precious in its absolute immediacy and not as some vague confirmation of future directions; since the only certain fact, aside from death, is the flimsiness of everything.

You will die. You will not live forever. Nor will any man nor any thing. Nothing is immortal. But only to us is it given to know that we must die. And that is a great gift: the gift of selfhood. For we have only what we know we must lose, what we are willing to lose... That selfhood which is our torment, and our treasure, and our humanity, does not endure. It changes; it is gone, a wave on the sea. Would you have the sea grow still and the tides cease, to save one wave, to save yourself?

Was life nothing more than a storm that constantly washed away what had been there only a moment before, and left behind something barren and unrecognizable?

You never know. It's just. It's like. POOF. And you're gone.

I take this evanescence and lubricity of all objects, which lets them slip through our fingers then when we clutch hardest, to be the most unhandsome part of our condition.

Life is a winking light in the darkness.