Robert, you are just a transient. I have seen them come and I have seen them go and I’ll be here long after you have gone.
As he predicted the Congressman was there long after the Secretary.
Love is the last light spoken.
The longer khakis are owned and the more they are washed, the softer and more comfortable they become.
Time is not kind to everything.
All things deteriorate in time.
An age that melts in unperceiv'd decay, And glides in modest innocence away.
We're a sport that was in obscurity for so long, we started to get used to that.
When a man has once loved a woman he will do anything for her except continue to love her.
All things change, and you yourself are constantly wasting away. So also is the universe.
Love makes the time pass. Time makes love pass.
Disintegration is quite painless, I assure you.
Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.
Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!
O fairest flower! no sooner blown but blasted, Soft silken primrose fading timelessly.
My spirit is too weak--mortality Weighs heavily on me like unwilling sleep, And each imagin'd pinnacle and steep Of godlike hardship tells me I must die Like a sick Eagle looking at the sky.
Death is the stone into which our oblivion hardens.
Our bloom is gone. We are the fruit thereof.
How quickly passes away the glory of this world.
When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead - When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed.
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.
His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.
We wouldn't ever sit down and pretend that our friendship didn't fall apart back in the late '80s. It wasn't like there was a massive bust-up. We just drifted apart.
The dream which is not fed with dream disappears.
How beautiful the leaves grow old. How full of light and color are their last days.
The enthusiasm for colonies is dead.