Quotes About Passage

A flight attendant is the guide who helps you navigate that passage smoothly. As a death doula, I do the same thing, but the journey is from life to death, and at the end, you don't disembark with two hundred other travelers. You go alone.

There is a commotion as the reporters vie for Eric's sound bite. Gradually, the crowd falls back to allow Emma Wasserstein passage. She shakes Eric's hand, and Chris's, and then leans forward to give Eric's briefcase back to him. But as she does, she comes close enough to whisper to me. Mr. Hopkins, she says, a truth meant only for me, I would have done it, too.

MORS JANUA VITAE

If you die before me, and you are at those pearly gates, ask if you can bring a friend.

Like the wind crying endlessly through the universe, Time carries away the names and the deeds of conquerors and commoners alike. And all that we are, all that remains, is in the memories of those who cared we came this way for a brief moment.

Death, in the Eastern tradition, was only a passage. What wasn't clear ... was toward what place, what reality, that passage led.

Death is a doorway. It is a very small, thin doorway and only a portion of our being can walk through.

Half our days we pass in the shadow of the earth; and the brother of death exacteth a third part of our lives.

O harmless Death! whom still the valiant brave, The wise expect, the sorrowful invite, And all the good embrace, who know the grave A short dark passage to eternal light.

Death is permanent. There's no coming back if you get off the ferryman's boat.

Death is just the birth of yet another odyssey.

Along the borders of this world lie others. There are places you can cross. This is one such place.

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

The days were so much alike I barely noticed the months pass.

ten years of our lives were as a mist that rolls away.

The struggle to exist, to not disappear in this moment, is the advancing root of the struggle to exist throughout the whole passage of time. We need to help each other in this struggle. You by asking, I by struggling to respond. This is the law of love, which rules the universe.

This is how the time moves - an hour here, a day somewhere, and then it's night and then it's morning. A clock ticking on a shelf. A small child running to school, a father coming home. Time moves over us and past us, and the feeling of lips pressed against lips fades into memory. A picture yellows at its edges. A phone rings in an empty room.

I meditated on the passage of time, and how it may be found in both a dry and a wet or gaseous state; how, though lush, it might be dessicated for storage.

There are several problems with this passage in the Volkov memoir, though. For one thing, only one page earlier, Volkov has Shostakovich say the opposite: "I wrote my Seventh Symphony, the 'Leningrad,' very quickly. I couldn't not write it. War was all around. . . .

She had always lived her best life in dreams. She knew no greater pleasure than that moment of passage into the other place, when her limbs grew warm and heavy and the sparkling darkness behind her lids became ordered and doors opened; when conscious thought grew owl's wings and talons and became other than conscious.

To die is landing on some distant shore.

When you wake up tomorrow, another day is behind you. The days add up; the weeks run together; the months become years.

The bar exam was a nuisance, an ordeal that must be endured, a rite of passage

I figli sono come orologi che non si possono ignorare; segnano l'inesorabile marcia della vita attraverso quello che altrimenti sembrerebbe un infinito are di minuti, ore, giorni, e anni.