A Quote by Erin Morgenstern

All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things. — © Erin Morgenstern
All empires fall eventually. It is the way of things.
When words cease to cling close to things, kingdoms fall, empires wane and diminish.
History is made of empires, and the United States was by far and away the greatest, richest, and fairest empire that had every dominated the earth. Inevitably, it would fall. Empires always did. But we were lucky, you said. We got to participate in the most fascinating social experiment ever attempted.
Nothing lasts forever, whether it's Greece, Rome or the British Empire. It doesn't mean that America has to end. The country could be reshaped and reimagined in a way that is even more democratic and less imperial in nature. We're trying to radically reshape the nation in ways that are more just and fairer. That's what I mean when I say that empires eventually fall. I'm not calling for the end of America. I'm just calling for a reimagination of its democratic possibilities.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
All empires eventually destroy themselves. That's the record of history.
In trading with each other cities can't be in too different stages of development, and they can't copy one another. Backward cities, or younger cities, or newly forming cities in supply regions, have to develop to a great extent on one another's shoulders. This is one of the terrible things about empires. Empires want them only to trade with the empire, which doesn't help them at all. It's just a way of exploiting them.
People who had empires, unfortunately, want them back eventually, somehow, someway.
Betrayal isn't ridiculous. It's the reason empires fall.
Spiritual growth is like learning to walk. We stand up, fall, stand up, fall, take a step, fall, take a couple of steps, fall, walk a little better, wobble a bit, fall, run, and finally, eventually fly.
As yourselves your empires fall, and every kingdom hath a grave.
Empires inevitably fall, and when they do, history judges them for the legacies they leave behind.
Colors fade, temples crumble, empires fall, but wise words endure.
Empires rise and fall like the abdomen of God. It's just the universe breathing.
Children of the future, watching empires fall. Madness the cup they drink from, self destruction the toll.
Empires fall, ids explode, great symphonies are written, and behind all of it is a single instinct that demands satisfaction.
Can you see air you breathe? Can you see the force that moves the tides or changes the seasons or sends the birds to a winter haven?" Her eyes welled. "Can Rome with all its knowledge be so foolish? Oh Marcus, you can't carve God in stone. You can't limit him to a temple. You can't imprison him on a mountaintop. Heaven is his throne; earth, his footstool. Everything you see is his. Empires will rise and empires will fall. Only God prevails.
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