All good things come to an end, sometime,” said Mary Poppins primly.

All good things in life are fragile and easily lost

All things that have been in this world, all things that are or will be in it, have to vanish: we have our sad farewell to give them.

And this, too, shall pass away.

And this, too, shall pass away.

Yet all things must die.
The stream will cease to flow;
The wind will cease to blow;
The clouds will cease to fleet;
The heart will cease to beat;
For all things must die.
All things must die.

However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten

For in this worldof ours where everything withers, everything perishes, there is a thing that decays, that crumbles into dust even more completely, leaving behind, still fewer traces of itself, than beauty: namely, grief.

It all goes away. Eventually, everything goes away.

Time brings all things to pass.

Too many good things all seem the same after a while.

Love built on beauty, soon as beauty, dies.

All that is made perfect by progress perishes also by progress.

All human things are subject to decay