Quotes About Passage

Time is the element in which we exist... We are either borne along by it or drowned in it.

No life goes past so swiftly as an eventless one, no clock spins like a clock whose days are all alike.

Many & most moments go by with us hardly aware of their passage. But love & hate & fear cause time to snag you, to drag you down like a spider's web holding fast to a doomed fly's wings. And when you're caught like that you're aware of every moment & movement & nuance.

Psalm 34:4, which she had committed to memory, popped into her mind: "I sought the LORD, and He heard me, and delivered me from all my fears." Then she though of Psalm 37:5 "Commit thy way unto the LORD; turst also in him: and he shall bring it to pass." She'd found that passage in Grandma's Bible and had quoted it often as a reminder that she should trust the Lord in all things, while she committed her way unto him.

He remembered tracking an Israeli assassin across Sweden to the village of Oxelösund, followed by a harrowing passage in Janna Magnussen's crate of an airplane. Stepping onto the dock in Sassnitz, Germany, and then Ã¢â'¬Â¦ and then nothing. Sanderson couldn't recall anything more, not even how he'd ended up in this room.

No science can explain the drawn-out phases of a large-dose ibogaine trip, the twenty-hour passage from vision to insight, experienced almost universally.

Time is a landscape that stretches across all things. We're the ones who move across it.

Freedom Summer, the massive voter education project in Mississippi, was 1964. I graduated from high school in 1965. So becoming active was almost a rite of passage.

The result again is that the christological point of the passage goes missing, attributed to alternate influences. Christianity becomes Jesusanity, but only because the passage's teaching has been divided and conquered.

man becomes a soft, flabby, weak creature. This is especially true in a privileged society like that found in the United States, where a metrosexual will squeal like a little bitch if the Vietnamese lady giving him his manicure cuts too close to his cuticle. Not only will such a pathetic creature be unable to stand even the mildest rite of passage, but if he even witnesses one, he will have to undergo years of therapy to cure his posttraumatic stress.

Apparently when Australian Aboriginal males reach adolescence, they are left in the outback for up to six months to fend for themselves. Forced to survive on their own wits. It is a rite of passage. The same was true for Peter. He needed to survive two months in the outback of the United States. Prove that he could survive cut off in the field.

Genuine travel has no destination. Travelers do not go somewhere, but constantly discover they are somewhere else. Since gardening is a way not of subduing the indifference of nature but of raising one's own spontaneity to respond to the disregarding vagaries and unpredictabilities of nature, we do not look on nature as a sequence of changing scenes but look on ourselves as persons in passage.

When a clock dies no one wakes.

We do not interpret rightly any single passage of Scripture until we locate the text within this larger fabric of meaning in Scripture as a whole.

Tempus fugit. See fugitib nii, et vähe pole.

He is not going to come back now, for me, for you or for anyone. This time he has found the boatman, and the boatman has taken him over.

George Herbert said, "He who cannot forgive others breaks the bridge over which he must pass himself.

Graham's testimony reminds us of something that everyone present, including Lincoln, understood about the match – namely, that this was a rite of passage; that as a newcomer Lincoln was being tested to see what he was made of.

For the face, time relays some essential message, and time is the message. It takes things away. But it's passage, it's damages, are all we have. Without it, there is nothing.

The days passed. Sunday turned to Monday turned to Tuesday turned to Wednesday.

He hurried back. Walls seemed to shift and advance. Right here, it must be. Wasn't this passage too short? No, it wasn't a wall that blocked his way, only fog. The fog retreated before him—then at once yielded up a wall. Staggering crimson letters caught in the web of graffiti spelled KILLER.

I despised how those pale-faced vegans held their little spoons, humbling themselves. Who do they think they are fooling, those bleached Brahmins? We all know that their low-sitting is just another passage in their short lives. In the end, they will get bigger spoons and dig up the earth for their fathers' and mothers' inheritance.

I despised how those pale-faced vegans held their little spoons, humbling themselves. Who do they think they are fooling, those bleached Brahmins? We all know that their low sitting is just another passage in their short lives. In the end, they will get bigger spoons and dig up the earth for their fathers' and mothers' inheritances.

Time passed again. I don't know how long. I had no watch. They don't make that kind of time in watches anyway.