Bret Easton Ellis Quotes

Nothing endures. Not a tree. Not love. Not even death by violence.

Life is short, and, once somebody is gone, they're gone.

Every spirit passing through the world fingers the tangible and mars the mutable and finally has come to look and not to buy. So shoes are worn and hassocks are sat upon and finally everything is left where it was and the spirit passes on, just as the wind in the orchard picks up the leaves from the ground as if there were no other pleasure in the world but brown leaves, as if it would deck, clothe, flesh itself in flourishes of dusty brown apple leaves and then drops them all in a heap at the side of the house and goes on.

The beauty of things must be that they end.

All things must pass, all things must pass away.

All things must pass.

The frailty of everything revealed at last. Old and troubling issues resolved into nothingness and night. The last instance of a thing takes the class with it. Turns out the light and is gone. Look around you. Ever is a long time. But the boy knew what he knew. That ever is no time at all.

Nothing is lasting but change; nothing perpetual but death.

Once, once for all, if you would save your heart from breaking, learn this lesson once for all you must cease, in this world, to believe in the eternity of any creed or form at all. Whatever grows in time is a child of time, and is born and lives, and dies at its appointed day like ourselves.

All good things pass away.

It seems to me self-evident that if you have a life, things happen in it, and certain things do change; certain things end. People you know die.

Do not try to live forever. You will not succeed.

All things are only transitory.

In the long run we are all dead.

The last act is bloody, however pleasant all the rest of the play is: a little earth is thrown at last upon our head, and that is the end forever.

Time is the devourer of all things.

Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be.

Every great thing has to come to an end at some point. It's the way that it goes.

Nothing is forever in the Theatre. Whatever it is, it's here, it flares up, burns hot and then its gone.

She sat back on her heels and nodded. The thought experiment she proposed was certainly odd, but her point was simple. Everything in the universe was constantly changing, and nothing stays the same, and we must understand how quickly time flows by if we are to wake up and truly live our lives. That’s what it means to be a time being, old Jiko told me, and then she snapped her crooked fingers again. And just like that, you die.

The hardest thing for me is the sense of impermanence. All passes; nothing returns.

There's no sense that you're there forever. No parent is there forever.

When we're alive, life consumes us. But when we die, all of the color and the motion is gone so quickly, it's as though it can no longer stand to be wasted on us.

Nothing is forever...nothing lasts.

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.