Temporal Nature Quotes

We are seeing, then, that our experience is altogether momentary. From one point of view, each moment is so elusive and so brief that we cannot even think about it before it has gone. From another point of view, this moment is always here, since we know no other moment than the present moment. It is always dying, always becoming past more rapidly than imagination can conceive. Yet at the same time it is always being born, always new, emerging just as rapidly from that complete unknown we call the future. Thinking about it almost makes you breathless.

What doesn't quicken dies. That's an indisputable truth of life.

Everything's going to end eventually. I don't know if we're rushing it or making it faster.

Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

All things are subject to decay and change.

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!

Time bears away all things.

Nothing lasts forever. That's the tragedy and the miracle of existence - that everything is impermanent. Everything changes. All we can do is make the best of the time we have. And go down shooting, naturally.

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 .

In this mortal life, nothing is blessed throughout.

And a man's life's no more than to say "One."

Men come and men go, I have come and I will go when my time comes

Time is the best killer.

We're all vanishing organisms and disappearing creatures in space and time - that death sentence in space in time that Kafka talked about with such profundity.

The nature of finite things is to have the seed of their passing-away as their essential being: the hour of their birth is the hour of their death.

Dance is like life. It exists as you are flitting through it, and when it's over, it's done.

Time is just quantified eternity.

Excepting the infinite spirit, everything else is changing. There is the whirl of change.

Everything rises but to fall, and increases but to decay.

Time is the sea in which men grow, are born, or die.

Good times don't last long sometimes.

Summer's lease hath all too short a date.

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.

We are fastened to a dying animal.