Shan Sa Quotes

I will be dust, but dust in love

Man passes away; his name perishes from record and recollection; his history is as a tale that is told, and his very monument becomes a ruin.

We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something last longer than we do.

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

Life is a memory, and then it is nothing.

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.

That you are not already golden word in our streets Already memories Your love fades Already Whether you are no longer to have perished.

We live, we die, we are remembered, we are forgotten.

How loved, how honored once, avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom begot A heap of dust alone remains of thee 'Tis all thou art, and all the proud shall be!

After I die, I'll be forgotten.

We bury love; Forgetfulness grows over it like grass: That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.

I think that's what we're all most terrified about: that we'll just die and disappear and we'll leave no trace.

When I am dead and opened, you shall find Calais lying in my heart.

Forget us, forget us all, it makes no difference now, but don't forget we loved it when we were alive.

Now, helpless in the hollow of An unarmorial age, a trough Of smoke in slow suspended skeins Above their scrap of history, Only an attitude remains: Time has transfigured them into Untruth. The stone finality They hardly meant has come to be Their final blazon, and to prove Our almost-instinct almost true: What will survive of us is love.

There's no sense that you're there forever. No parent is there forever.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die.

He is dead who called me into being, and when I shall be no more the very remembrance of us both will speedily vanish.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

Sleep is not, death is not; Who seem to die Live. House you were born in, Friends of your spring-time, old man and young maid, Day's toil and it's guerdon, They are all vanishing, Fleeing to fables, Cannot be moored

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we were, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

Heaven and earth conspire that everything which has been, be rooted and reduced to dust. Only the dreamers, who dream while awake, call back the shadows of the past and braid nets from the unspun thread.