Quotes About Passage

The sands of time cannot be stopped. Years pass whether we will them or not Ã¢â'¬Â¦ but we can remember. What has been lost may yet live on in memories.

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

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 on in memories.

El reloj del cementerio se adelanta un poco.

At the end of life death is a departure; but at life's beginning a departure is death.

When one is at the end of one's life, to die means to go away; when one is at the beginning of it, to go away means to die.

Recaem sobre ela todas as nuvens pesadas, passa sobre ela o oceano todo.

Death is the entrance into the great light.

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.

The most accomplished literary work would be reduced to nothing by carping criticism, if the author would listen to all critics and allow every one to erase the passage which pleases him the least.

The laws of Pluto's kingdom know small difference between king and cobbler, manager and call-boy; and, if haply your dates of life were conterminant, you are quietly taking your passage, cheek by cheek (O ignoble leveling of Death) with the shade of some recently departed candle-snuffer.

for the days of age are not only much shorter than those in youth, but they rush away from you at a frightening rate. Take a day: a day in youth is an experience, and the last hour is as far away as a child's Christmas; a day in age is but a dim memory in a week that is already gone. At

That's the thing about days. No matter what your opinion of days, they always go by.

Ma io avevo più letto libri che vissuto giorni, nel mio così fuggitivo, così inefficace passaggio lungo le strade degli uomini.

Time's passage through the memory is like molten glass that can be opaque or crystallize at any given moment at will: a thousand days are melted into one conversation, one glance, one hurt, and one hurt can be shattered and sprinkled over a thousand days.

The grave is the gateway through which we are all borne home: the body by man, the soul by angels.

The cloud controls the light, and the mountains on earth appear or fade according to its passage; they wear so simply, from head to foot, the luminous grey or the emphatic purple, as the cloud permits, that their own local colour and their own local season are lost and cease, effaced before the all-important mood of the cloud.

Death is just — a dash between one life and the next.

Time is the fire in which we burn.

There are worse things in the world than heartbreak. Finding that out is a rite of passage.

Truthfully I may confess that as often as I contemplate the proper order, as one results from another and becomes diminished, it is as if I have read a heavenly passage not written in meaningful letters but with the essential things in this world which tells me: Put your reason herein to comprehend these things. JOHANNES KEPLER, IN HIS CALENDAR FOR 1604

Unfortunately, since its passage in 1973, the War Powers Resolution has been stripped of its original purpose and has instead served as a temporary, de facto authorization for the executive branch to use military force whenever it deems it necessary.

The process of dying is falling asleep. The process of death is waking up.

The greatest way to ensure stability in our laws is to ensure that everyone has an opportunity to participate in some way in the passage.