Quotes about Brief
                        A short life to them, and a jolly death.
                    — Herman Melville
                        
                
                        Our days on earth are as a shadow. 1 CHRONICLES 29:15
                    — Billy Graham
                        
                
                        Great geniuses have the shortest biographies.
                    — Ralph Waldo Emerson
                        
                
                        Mushrooms were the roses in the garden of that unseen world, because the real mushroom plant was underground. The parts you could see - what most people called a mushroom - was just a brief apparition. A cloud flower.
                    — Margaret Atwood
                        
                
                        On a cosmic scale, our life is insignificant, yet this brief period when we appear in the world is the time in which all meaningful questions arise.
                    — Paul Ricoeur
                        
                
                        It's a town you come to for a short time.
                    — Ernest Hemingway
                        
                
                        Time, how short-eternity, how long! Death, how brief-immortali ty, how endless!
                    — Charles Spurgeon
                        
                
                        Goethe is always pithy.
                    — Arthur Conan Doyle
                        
                
                        Brief life is here our portion.
                    — John Mason Neale
                        
                
                        Our days on the earth are as a shadow.
                    — Anonymous
                        
                
                        What is your life? It is even a vapor, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.
                    — Anonymous
                        
                
                        Terrestrial happiness is of short duration. The brightness of the flame is wasting its fuel; the fragrant flower is passing away in its own odors.
                    — Samuel Johnson
                        
                 
                        