It is said an Eastern monarch once charged his wise men to invent him a sentence to be ever in view, and which should be true and appropriate in all times and situations. They presented him the words, "And this too, shall pass away." How much it expresses! How chastening in the hour of pride! How consoling in the depths of affliction!
We write our names in the sand: and then the waves roll in and wash them away.
Roses bloom, and then they wither; Cheeks are bright, then fade and die; Shapes of light are wafted hither, Then, like visions, hurry by.
All things that pass Are wisdom's looking-glass.
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 .
When I was younger, 15 years or 20 years seemed like a really long time. But, as you journey though life, you don't realise where the years disappear.
In the old legend the wise men finally boiled down the history of mortal affairs into a single phrase: 'This too will pass.'
Youth passes like a dream.
Men come and men go, I have come and I will go when my time comes
Everything passes, only truth remains.
But then it passed, as all things do.
Predominant opinions are generally the opinions of the generation that is vanishing.
1st Earl of Beaconsfield
Since flesh can't stay, we pass the words along.
Life passes. Eternity comes to meet us with great strides. Soon we shall be living with the very life of Jesus. Having drunk deep at the source of all bitterness, we shall be deified in the very source of all joys, of all delights.
This entire most beautiful order of good things is going to pass away after its measure has been exhausted; for both morning and evening were made in them.
Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Generations of men are like the leaves. In winter, winds blow them down to earth, but then, when spring season comes again, the budding wood grows more. And so with men: one generation grows, another dies away.
Life changes, people come and go and seasons never last. Karen kingsbury # Leaving
Each life is one short word slowly uttered.
The day is gone, and all its sweets are gone!
It is an illusion that youth is happy, an illusion of those who have lost it.
For the short-lived bloom and contracted span of brief and wretched life is fast fleeting away! While we are drinking and calling for garlands, ointments, and women, old age steals swiftly on with noiseless step.
The morning Sunne never lasts a day.
All things must pass, all things must pass away.
Ma sighed gently and said, "A whole year gone, Charles." But Pa answered, cheerfully: "What's a year amount to? We have all the time there is.
