Quotes About Passage

Drunken oblivion was, each time, a small, temporary death. Hood walked where the self once stood, and the wake of the god's passage sickened mortal flesh afterwards.

Death's not a separation or alternation or parting it's just a one-handled door" - from "Mrs Simpkins

And it dawned on me that one way to find out if someone is trustworthy is to read her a passage from one of your favorite books and see how she reacts.

May my passage through life and my own writing be as pure as the Earth's own pen. Please, I entreated, may it be so.

As an inventor, it's a rite of passage to have an engine. I'd like to have my own engine someday.

Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.

Dor shook his head. "The phrase. What does it mean?" Sarah wondered if he was kidding. "Time flies? You know, like, time goes really fast and suddenly you're saying goodbye and it's like no time passed at all?" His eyes drifted. He liked it. "Time flies." "With you," she added.

But a clock ticks for all of us, silently, somewhere.

The longest exile is exile of the heart The only passage for return is love

Perhaps you are beginning to see how essential a part of reading it is to be perplexed and know it. Wonder is the beginning of wisdom in learning from books as well as from nature. If you never ask yourself any questions about the meaning of a passage, you cannot expect the book to give you any insight you do not already possess.

And the name of the party,' Abigail was saying in her description of one of the founders of the Highgate Review, is Howard Send. Too killing. I called him Passage to India, he was amazed. Of course he's that way, but they often make better friends.

We are fragile. We're creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans.

Days fell off the calendar like dead leaves

Una puerta no tiene principio ni fin, tan solo puertas de entrada.

Our body begins to destroy itself from the moment it is born. We are fragile. We're creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans.

We're creatures of passage. All that is left of us are our actions, the good or the evil we do to our fellow humans.

El tiempo pasa más aprisa cuando más vacío está.

For in a swift radiance of illumination he saw a glimpse of human struggle and valor. Of the endless fluid passage of the humanity through endless time. And of those who labor and of those who - one word- love. His soul expanded. But for a moment only. For in him, he felt a warning, a shaft of terror.

Time has no divisions to mark its passage, there is never a thunder-storm or blare of trumpets to announce the beginning of a new month or year. Even when a new century begins it is only we mortals who ring bells and fire off pistols.

los años ricos en acontecimientos transcurren con mayor lentitud que los años pobres, vacíos y carentes de peso, que el viento barre y que pasan volando. Lo

The silences here are retreats of sound, like the retreat of the surf before a tidal wave: sound draining away, down slopes of acoustic passage, to gather, someplace else, to a great surge of noise.

The city was hers, as, made up and sleeked so with the customary words and images (cosmopolitan, culture, cable cars) it had not been before: she had safe-passage tonight to its far blood's branchings, be they capillaries too small for more than peering into, or vessels mashed together in shameless municipal hickeys, out on the skin for all but tourists to see. Nothing of the night's could touch her; nothing did.

Aah, God help us, how sleazy is it, and how has it come to this? a rented palace, a denial of the passage of time, a mogul on the black-diamond slopes of the IT sector thinks he's a rock star.

You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you've found life. I'm no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are 'yours' and which are 'mine.' It's past sorting out. Thomas Pynchon (Gravity's Rainbow pg 140)