Time is short, life is short, there's a lot to know. So I skip the entertainers in the newspaper now. I just haven't got time.
The shortness of life, so often lamented, may be the best thing about it.
You're never promised your next breath.
Human life is as evanescent as the morning dew or a flash of lightning.
Life is short, if we are only said to live when we enjoy ourselves; and if we were merely to count up the hours we spent agreeably, a great number of years would hardly make up a life of a few months.
The part of life which we really live is short.
Life, however short, is made still shorter by waste of time.
This body is not a home, but an inn; and that only for a short time.
Short as life is, we make it still shorter by the careless waste of time.
What I've learned is that life is too short and movies are too long.
Life is short, and time is swift; Roses fade, and shadows shift.
Every day a new picture is painted and framed, held up for half an hour, in such lights as the Great Artist chooses, and then withdrawn, and the curtain falls. And then the sun goes down, and long the afterglow gives light.
Each life is one short word slowly uttered.
Life is short, but the years are long.
the time of life is short; To spend that shortness basely were too long.
Stop and consider! life is but a day
There is nothing that Nature has made necessary which is more easy than death; we are longer a-coming into the world than going out of it; and there is not any minute of our lives wherein we may not reasonably expect it. Nay, it is but a momen'ts work, the parting of soul and body. What a shame is it then to stand in fear of anything so long that is over so soon!
Life really is too short.
I've been quite fascinated by the relative insignificance of human existence, the shortness of life. We might as well be a letter in a word in a sentence on a page in a book in a library in a city in one country in this enormous universe! And that kind of fear and insignificance has kept me awake at night.
Please, don't worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting.
A lifetime is so little a time that we die before we get ready to live. I should like to study at a college, but then I have to say to myself: "You will die before you can do anything else".
Life is short. People are not easy to know. They're not easy to know, so if you don't tell them how you feel, you're not going to get anywhere, I feel.
Occasionally the very youngness of the young moved him to charity--they had no sense of the swiftness of life, nor of its limits. The years would pass like weeks, and loves would pass too, or else grow sour.
Our lives ... are but a little while, so let them run as sweetly as you can, and give no thought to grief from day to day. For time is not concerned to keep our hopes, but hurries on its business, and is gone.
Just because you live 20 years or 100 years doesn't make it less meaningful. They're both short amount of times. So all we can do is just live in that time, whatever time we're given.
