Ann Romney Quotes

Men's fortunes are on a wheel, which in its turning suffers not the same man to prosper for ever.

I'm not under the illusion that everything's just going to be hunky-dory work wise forever. I've never been under that illusion. Things could go away tomorrow.

Fortune is like glass - the brighter the glitter, the more easily broken.

The glory that goes with wealth is fleeting and fragile; virtue is a possession glorious and eternal.

Always remember this. Television, fame, money - listen, here is a news flash for America. Fame cannot remove your sin. And all of the money you ever amass cannot raise you from the dead.

Let's be honest: material comes and goes.

No matter how much funding I get, I'm always thinking, 'This is temporary. This is fragile. It could all end tomorrow, and how am I going to make today worth it? If this is my last day in the lab, what can I do so that I can walk out of here saying, 'That was a good day?''

I love this business. Here today, gone, gone tomorrow. I was real gone for a while.

Money comes, money goes. But your story stays with you the rest of your life.

The man who is in the highest state of prosperity, and who thinks his fortune is most secure, knows not if it will remain unchanged till the evening.

The world is impermanent. One should constantly remember death.

Nothing is yours permanently so you better enjoy it while it's happening.

Nought endures but change.

We think the world is ours forever, but we are little more than squatters.

It has always happened hitherto that whenever I have begun to feel an attachment to places, persons, or things, of a merely temporary nature, I have been carried away from them. Amen! May I live as a stranger and pilgrim upon the earth. May we be brought to that better country where painful changes are known no more.

All plenty which is not my God is poverty to me.

We may be together for another six months—a year—there’s no knowing. At the end we’re certain to be apart. Do you realize how utterly alone we shall be?

A stone lies in a river; a piece of wood is jammed against it; dead leaves, drifting logs, and branches caked with mud collect; weeds settle there, and soon birds have made a nest and are feeding their young among the blossoming water plants. Then the river rises and the earth is washed away. The birds depart, the flowers wither, the branches are dislodged and drift downward; no trace is left of the floating island but a stone submerged by the water; - such is our personality.

Nature has granted the use of life like a loan, without fixing any day for repayment.

All things human hang by a slender thread; and that which seemed to stand strong suddenly falls and sinks in ruins.

Take it from me: love has all the lasting permanence of a rainbow- beautiful while it's there, and just as likely to have disappeared by the time you blink.

Everything. Things you lost. Things you’re gonna lose. Everything. Here’s where it all ties together.

I know that human happiness never remains long in the same place.

The world is changing every moment, and is therefore unreal. It has non permanent existence.