Quotes related to Psalm 90:12
In this infinity then what is the difference between him who lives three days and him who lives three generations? Always
— Marcus Aurelius
Consider each individual thing you do and ask yourself whether to lose it through death makes death itself any cause for fear.
— Marcus Aurelius
For the whole earth is a point, and how small a nook in it is this thy dwelling, and how few are there in it, and what kind of people are they who will praise thee. This then remains: Remember to retire into this little territory of thy own, and above all do not distract or strain thyself, but be free, and look at things as a man, as a human being, as a citizen, as a mortal.
— Marcus Aurelius
That men of a certain type should behave as they do is inevitable. To wish it otherwise were to wish the fig-tree would not yield its juice. In any case, remember that in a very little while both you and he will be dead, and your very names will quickly be forgotten.
— Marcus Aurelius
On the occasion of every act ask thyself, How is this with respect to me? Shall I repent of it? A little time and I am dead, and all is gone. What more do I seek, if what I am now doing is work of an intelligent living being, and a social being, and one who is under the same law with God?
— Marcus Aurelius
Second, that both the longest-lived and the earliest to die suffer the same loss. It is only the present moment of which either stands to be deprived: and if indeed this is all he has, he cannot lose what he does not have.
— Marcus Aurelius
When near his death, being asked by the tribune for the watchword, he said, Go to the rising sun, for I am setting.
— Marcus Aurelius
Thou art a little soul bearing about a corpse
— Marcus Aurelius
Did not he, then, who, if he had died at that time, would have died in all his glory, owe all the great and terrible misfortunes into which he subsequently fell to the prolongation of his life at that time?
— Cicero
Potential has a shelf life.
— Margaret Atwood
When they're gone out of his head, these words, they'll be gone, everywhere, forever. As if they had never been.
— Margaret Atwood
You don't look back along time but down through it, like water. Sometimes this comes to the surface, sometimes that, sometimes nothing. Nothing goes away.
— Margaret Atwood