Fleeting Existence Quotes

We're all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly.

Be not as one that hath ten thousand years to live; death is nigh at hand: while thou livest, while thou hast time, be good.

Great men are meteors, consuming themselves to light the world

All things are subject to decay and change.

That nothing is static or fixed, that all is fleeting and impermanent, is the first mark of existence. It is the ordinary state of affairs. Everything is in process. Everything - every tree, every blade of grass, all the animals, insects, human beings, buildings, the animate and the inanimate - is always changing, moment to moment.

Were not the gods forms created like me and you, mortal, transient?

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.

We live a dying dream, If you know what I mean...

But everyone disappears, no matter who loves them.

This life of ours...human life is like a flower gloriously blooming in a meadow: along comes a goat, eats it up---no more flower.

While as he yet doth breath extend, no man is blest; behold the end.

Man's wretched state, That floures so fresh at morne, and fades at evening late.

With life as short as a half-taken breath, don't plant anything but love.

Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.

Something was wrong with a world where people came and went so easily.

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .

This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.

We are swimming on the face of time and all else has drowned, is drowning, or will drown.

Life is only precious because it ends, kid.

Life is a fragment, a moment between two eternities.

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough; for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.

Life doesn't last; art doesn't last. It doesn't matter.

Men are the dreams of a shadow.