All things are subject to decay and change.
The lot of man is to suffer and die.What's gone is of no consequence.
One must be deeply aware of the impermanence of the world.
All created things are impermanent. Strive diligently.
... nothing lasts long. We all come to life and gather allies and build empires and die, all in a single moment - maybe a single pulse of some giant processor somewhere.
Nothing is a matter of life and death except life and death.
No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.
We live in the flicker -- may it last as long as the old earth keeps rolling! But darkness was here yesterday.
The miracle of our predicament is not how long everything has been in place but how brief it all has been.
Human life is but of brief duration. 'All flesh is grass, and all the goodliness thereof is as the flower of the field. The grass withers, the flower fades; but the word of our God shall stand forever' (Isa. 40:6, 8). Let us hold fast to the commandment that abides, and despise the unreality that passes away.
Everything is changeable, everything appears and disappears; there is no blissful peace until one passes beyond the agony of life and death.
it is the brevity of life which makes it tolerable; its experiences have value because they have an end.
Nothing is permanent. Not even the end of the world.
Life is a night spent in an uncomfortable inn.
alas! there is no casting anchor in the stream of time!
Life is something you can't borrow and give back; Here today and gone tomorrow...just like that.
Life is evanescent, but left to itself it rarely fails to offer some consolation.
All compounded things are subject to decay. Strive with diligence!
Each moment of every day is new and then it vanishes. Where is that day? Where is that moment?
When a day passes, it is no longer there. What remains of it? Nothing more than a story. If stories weren't told or books weren't written, man would live like the beasts, only for the day.
... there are few things that can reconcile us fully to our parting with a world of which the longest life can see so little and whose beauties have so extraordinary a variety.
... the random talk of people who have no chance of immortality and thus can speak their minds out has a setting, often, of lights, streets, houses, human beings, beautiful or grotesque, which will weave itself into the moment for ever.
For us humans, everything is permanent - until it changes, as we are immortal until we die
Time is undefeated.
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of eternity.
