Quotes About Passage

I wish I had the power to flip my reality upside down like an hourglass, and that life wasn't a finite affair, but rather a perpetually recurring passage through a hole in time.

A lot of my works deal with a passage, which is about time. I don't see anything that I do as a static object in space. It has to exist as a journey in time.

Time matters because we are finite, because time is the medium in which we live our lives.

What very mysterious things days were. Sometimes they fly by, and other times they seem to last forever, yet they are all exactly twenty-four hours. There's quite a lot we don't know about them.

Time's fatal wings do ever forward fly; To every day we live, a day we die.

Time was not passing...it was turning in a circle.

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not... but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live in memories.

Don't keep saying, "I don't know where the time goes." It goes the same place it's always gone and no one has ever known where that is.

The years like great black oxen tread the world, and God, the herdsman goads them on behind, and I am broken by their passing feet.

Past, present and future are not amenities of language. Time unfolds into the seamsof being. It passes through you, making and shaping.

We are condemned to kill time, thus we die bit by bit.

How grief and the passage of years can leave their mark. How the burden of duty can wear away the body's resilience. - Pg. 242

We alone understand the passage of time and the value of every minute of human life. And what constitutes evil, real evil, is the taking of a single human life. Whether a man would have died tomorrow or the day after or eventually … it doesn't matter. Because if God does not exist, this life … every second of it … is all we have.

There is nothing like the long passage through the damp dark night, and then the sudden opening of the door of the tavern into an entire little universe of light and warmth and singing and laughing humans.

There is no shortage of good days. It is good lives that are hard to come by. A life of good days lived in the senses is not enough. The life of sensation is the life of greed; it requires more and more. The life of the spirit requires less and less; time is ample and its passage sweet. Who would call a day spent reading a good day? But a life spent reading—that is a good life.

So that he seemed not to relinquish life, but to leave one home for another.

So passeth, in the passing of a day, Of mortall life the leafe, the bud, the flowre

Life goes quickly, doesn't it?

Life is a passage through a museum of beauty.

Death is the continuing of life ... the next part of our life. It's like walking through a door, you know? Walking through the door marked "Death": It's the beginning of a new part of our journey.

I feel the fear touches on something deeper. A sense perhaps of, "My life is speeding past me and I can't get a handle on it."

Life. Unfair and painful at times. But always moving forward, always shifting,changing, with times relentless passage smoothing down jagged parts until it no longer hurts quite so much to breathe.

Il mondo non era che un mito, un aereo trasparente, su cui tutto era in transito; anche noi […], eravamo qui solo di passaggio per finire poi chissà dove. Non eravamo vivi, noi, ci limitavamo a sfiorare la vita senza mai afferrarla.

young desire it, the middle aged are not averse, the old alone are opposed to it [and they soon] will die.