Quotes about Vanishing

The rich of this world will vanish like smoke, and no memory of their past pleasures will remain. But even in their lifetime they do not enjoy them without bitterness, weariness and fear, for the very things whence they derive their pleasures often carry with them the seeds of sorrow.

Like as the birds that gather in the trees of afternoon,' wrote Ashvhaghosha almost two thousand years ago, 'then at nightfall vanish all away, so are the separations of the world.

Faded the flower and all its budded charms,Faded the sight of beauty from my eyes,Faded the shape of beauty from my arms,Faded the voice, warmth, whiteness, paradise!Vanishd unseasonably

Praise any word that can hold you. Praise all but the vanishing point where we stand now, not quite parted. Already memories fall like blows. But soon they will be treasure, dropped like gold through a miser's fingers as he makes his accounts…Praise each insomniac hour, kept wide awake by your glow. Sleep would only have robbed more coins from this vandal hoarded store.

The Scripture says, "What is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away" (James 4:14). Even the cynical and secular at times think deeply about life and eternity. I am convinced that if people gave more thought to death, eternity, and judgment, there would be more holy living and a greater consciousness of God.

How quickly all things disappear, in the universe the bodies themselves, but in time the remembrance of them;

When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.

This poem is not addressed to you.]" This poem is not addressed to you. You may come into it briefly, But no one will find you here, no one. You will have changed before the poem will. Even while you sit there, unmovable, You have begun to vanish. And it does not matter. The poem will go on without you. It has the spurious glamor of certain voids.

The way of objective reflection turns the individual into something accidental, and thus turns existence into an indifferent, vanishing something.

I didn't realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.

He shall return no more to his house, neither shall his place know him any more.

What is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.