A Quote by Thomas a Kempis

How quickly passes away the glory of this world. — © Thomas a Kempis
How quickly passes away the glory of this world.
Oh, how quickly the world's glory passes away.
O how quickly passes away the glory of the earth.
Oh, how swiftly the glory of the world passes away!
So passes away the glory of this world. ('Sic transit gloria mundi.')
Oh how swiftly the glory of the world passes away! If only the lives of these men had been as admirable as their learning, their study and reading would have been to good purpose! But how many in this world care little for the service of God, and perish in their vain learning. Because they choose to be great rather than humble, they perish in their own conceit.
Hodie mihi cras tibi, said the inscription. Sic transit gloria mundi. My turn today, yours tomorrow. And thus passes away the glory of the world.
It doesn't matter, that's the point. It doesn't matter that things don't always work exactly the way you thought they should. Moments matter. People matter, how they feel, how they connect. Who they are alone and together. All that matters, no matter how quickly the moment passes. Maybe because it passes.
we who determine how quickly time passes.
Love passes quickly, and passes like a street Arab, anxious to mark his way with mischief.
Language, she said, was just our way to explain away the wonder and glory of the world. To deconstruct. To dismiss. She said people can't deal with how beautiful the world really is. How it can't be explained and understood.
Lord, how the day passes! It's like a life - so quickly when we don't watch it and so slowly when we do.
The pain others give passes away in their later kindness, but that of our own blunders, especially when they hurt our vanity, never passes away
When I hear that I realize how quickly time passes and how everybody goes on their journeys and they're always unbelievable and they never go where you think they're going to take you and, quite frankly, it also makes me feel a little old.
Sometimes this world comes between us and what we love. But if we are patient, when this world passes away, there will be no more separation.
Know that the outward form passes away, but the world of reality remains forever. How long will you play at loving the shape of the jug? Leave the jug; go, seek the water!
There is nothing in the whole world which abides. All things are in a state of ebb and flow, and every shadow passes away. Even time itself, like a river, is constantly gliding away .
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