Charles Spurgeon Quotes

Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.

Time destroys the speculation of men, but it confirms nature.

Gold and silver from the dead turn often into lead.

Everyone succumbs to finitude. I suspect I am not the only one who reaches this pluperfect state. Most ambitions are either achieved or abandoned; either way, they belong to the past. The future, instead of the ladder toward the goals of life, flattens out into a perpetual present.

If you give your soul up to anything earthly, whether it be the wealth, or the honours, or the pleasures of this world, you might as well hunt after the mirage of the desert or try to collect the mists of the morning, or to store up for yourself the clouds of the sky, for all these things are passing away.

We're all making castles in the sand, wonderful tapestries, an exquisite corpse. But is it meaningful? No. It's dogs barking. It doesn't mean anything beyond our yelping, at the pain of being alive.

But time has set its maggot on their track.

It was like a miracle, but before our very eyes, and almost in the drawing of a breath, the whole body crumbled into dust and passed from our sight.

Who could look on these monuments without reflecting on the vanity of mortals in thus offering up testimonials of their respect for persons of whose very names posterity is ignorant?

It took me less than half a lifetime to realize that regret is one of the few guaranteed certainties. Sooner or later everything is touched by it, despite our naive and senseless hope that just this time we will be spared its cold hand on our heart.

We will all, someday, experience death, and become obsolete as a dead leaf falling from a tree, crushed by passersby to ashes underlying the earth.

Glory comes too late, after one as been reduced to ashes.

The first thing you have to do is accept that decay sets in and there's nothing you can do about it.

I believe that time destroys everything. You can take one beautiful apple, red. After a while, it becomes shrivelled and full of worms, just like what happens to us.

I'm very comfortable with the nature of life and death, and that we come to an end. What's most difficult to imagine is that those dreams and early yearnings and desires of childhood and adolescence will also disappear. But who knows? Maybe you become part of the eternal whatever.

When one tears away the veils and shows them naked, people's souls give off such a pungent smell of decay.

Doesn't all experience crumble in the end to mere literary material?

Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!

O God, O God, how weary, stale, flat, and unprofitable seem to me all the uses of this world!

Regarding life, the wisest men of all ages have judged alike: it is worthless.

For boredom speaks the language of time, and it is to teach you the most valuable lesson of your life - the lesson of your utter insignificance.

Life has become the ideology of its own absence.

Everything on earth is a game. A passing thing. We all end up dead. We all end up the same, don't we?

Life always kills you in the end, but first it prevents you from getting what you want.

Everything is created to be annihilated.