Denis Diderot Quotes

Nature is one great big wood-chipper. Sooner or later, everything shoots out the other end in a spray of blood, bones and hair.

Time destroys everything.

The top of a pinnacle now, firewood soon

The world is being created every minute, and the world is falling to pieces every minute

Time takes all and gives all.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

It is useless to contend with the irresistible power of Time, which goes on continually creating by a process of constant destruction.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

Time is not kind to everything.

Stability is not the way of the world.

As the blessings of health and fortune have a beginning, so they must also find an end. Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

My voice right now, hey, listen. I don't know how long it's going to last.

Time is the devourer of all things.

Without continuity, men would become like flies in summer.

Men and women, empires and cities, thrones, principalities, and powers, mountains, rivers, and unfathomed seas, worlds, spaces, and universes, all have their day, and all must go.

It's a mantra I've lived by for as long as I can remember. Nothing lasts for ever.

It ends all things: birds, trees, flowers, mountain tops, and business; it grinds stones to sand, and as terrible as it is, and it's the most beautiful thing we have in our lives - time.

You can't halt time.

All things are subject to decay and change.

This existence of ours is as transient as autumn clouds To watch the birth and death of beings is like looking at the movements of a dance. A lifetime is like a flash of lightning in the sky, Rushing by, like a torrent down a steep mountain.

All things that have form eventually decay." -Orochimaru

The course of Nature seems a course of Death, And nothingness the whole substantial thing.

Nothing is permanent.

It was a strange lightness, a drifting feeling. Zero gravity. I understood that everything that once seemed solid and immovable might just float away. And that this was a truth of life, not an illusion in the grieving mind of a child. Everything that is hard and heavy in your world is made up of billions of molecules in constant motion offering the illusion of permanence. But it all tends toward breaking down and falling away. Some things just go more quickly, more surprisingly, than others.

We have no participation in Being, because all human nature is ever midway between being born and dying, giving off only a vague image and shadow of itself, and a weak and uncertain opinion. And if you chance to fix your thoughts on trying to grasp its essence, it would be neither more nor less than if your tried to clutch water.