transitory life Quotes

While as he yet doth breath extend, no man is blest; behold the end.

A man, when he burns, leaves only a handful of ashes. No woman can hold him. The wind must blow him away.

That flesh is but the glasse, which holds the dust That measures all our time; which also shall Be crumbled into dust.

God alone is truth, everything else is transitory and illusory.

Your body is like a dew-drop on the morning grass, your life is as brief as a flash of lightning. Momentary and vain, it is lost in a moment.

But it is not that easy, is it? I seek a lasting relationship, something permanent in a world of change, in which all is transitory, ephemeral, and full of pain.

The seed of mortals broods o'er passing things, and hath nought surer than the smoke-cloud's shadow.

Our pleasance here is all vain glory, This false world is but transitory.

Insignificant mortals, who are as leaves are, and now flourish and grow warm with life, and feed on what the ground gives, but then again fade away and are dead.

I think I have some very meaningful relationships with people; we all do. At the same time, I recognize that everyone is following their own heart; there's been people who have left my life, and I don't have a problem with that. This is a transitory world; we're all spirits just looking for love and finding it and holding on.

For us humans, everything is permanent - until it changes, as we are immortal until we die

Let us leave our old friend in one of those moments of unmixed happiness which, if we seek them, there are ever some, to cheer our transitory existence here. There are dark shadows on the earth, but its lights are stronger in the contrast.

Our worlds are so momentary. We are along all our lives and then go off that way as well.

Consider when thou art much vexed or grieved, that man's life is only a moment, and after a short time we are all laid out dead.

This is a transitory world, we're all spirits just looking for love and finding it, and holding on. Even if it's a moment it's true love, true love doesn't mean that it goes on for eternity. Eternity is a terrible concept.

Things aren't all so tangible and sayable as people would usually have us believe; most experiences are unsayable, they happen in a space that no word has ever entered, and more unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life

I'd be a butterfly; living a rover, Dying when fair things are fading away.

God waits only the separation of spirit from flesh to crown us with a full reward. Why, then, should we ever sink overwhelmed with distress, when life is so soon over, and death is so certain an entrance to happiness -- to glory?

More unsayable than all other things are works of art, those mysterious existences, whose life endures beside our own small, transitory life.

What can the redwoods tell us about ourselves? Well, I think they can tell us something about human time. The flickering, transitory quality of human time and the brevity of human life - the necessity to love.