Quotes About Passage

We are an echo that runs, skittering, through a train of rooms

Standing with reluctant feet Where the brook and river meet; Womanhood and childhood fleet. HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW

The grave itself is but a covered bridge, Leading from light to light, through a brief darkness!

More hearts are breaking in this world of ours Than one would say. In distant villages And solitudes remote, where winds have wafted The barbed seeds of love, or birds of passage Scattered them in their flight, do they take root, And grow in silence, and in silence perish.

Death is just one more Path. One you'll come to in time.

Everyone dies alone. That's what it is. It's a door. It's one person wide. When you go through it, you do it alone.

Birds are holes in heaven through which a man may pass

Door of passage to the other side, the soul frees itself in stride.

Kennedy's opposition to our plan proved fatal; his was a powerful voice, and he and his supporters were able to block its passage. We lost a good chance to provide comprehensive national health care, and another thirty years would pass before such an opportunity came again, with just partial implementation.

Nous volons au passage un plaisir clandestin Que nous pressons bien fort comme une vieille orange. (34)

You can walk into your room after walking out through the door, but you cannot come out of your grave after being buried into the soil.

Nothing is ours except time.

Death is not an end, but a transition. A passage from one realm to another. And those who have passed on are still with us, watching over us, guiding us, loving us." (Kneubuhl 23_

Memory is life's clock and clock is life's moments.

There are two gates of Sleep. One is of horn, easy of passage for the shades of truth; the other, of gleaming white ivory, permits false dreams to ascend to the upper air.

Thus, thus, it is joy to pass to the world below.

The best day… is the first to flee.

Death's brother, sleep.

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day.

we travel far and fast and as we pass through we forget where we have been

Death is nothing more than a doorway, something you walk through.

Passing away" is written on the world and all the world contains.

Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me

Death, like virtue, has its degrees.