Quotes About Passing

There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering immersion of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explores and lights up the smoke from the ones before it.

There's a word for it," she told me, "in French, for when you have a lingering impression of something having passed by. Sillage. I always think of it when a firework explores and lights up the smoke from the ones before it.

Terminal* is a harsh word when used in the context of death and not one we'd ever uttered aloud. But according to Webster's, it's also a place people pass through on their way to somewhere else. Deborah knew her "somewhere else" was heaven. She was just hoping the rain was delayed. I scooped a tear off her cheek and tried to slip around her question. "We're all terminal," I said, smiling gently. "None of us makes it out of here alive.

Un'ora breve di dolore c'impressiona lungamente; un giorno passa e non lascia traccia.

Foram cócegas da mocidade; coçou-se, passou, estava bom.

Life is a train of moods like a string of beads and as we pass through them they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in it's focus. To find oneself trapped in any one bead, no matter what it's hue, can be deadly.

We are all, Esme decides, just vessels through which identities pass: we are lent features, gestures, habits, then we hand them on. Nothing is our own. We begin in the world as anagrams of our antecedents.

Some people, surely, die on the way to something. Then we call them the late so-and-so.

I was shocked and saddened to learn of the passing of my sister, Joan Fontaine ... and I appreciate the many kind expressions of sympathy that we have received.

Death is only a larger kind of going abroad.

I was taught by teachers, and if it's one thing I have it's a basketball mind and I try to pass it on and pay it forward.

The guide, the guru, the leader, the teacher, has passed away; the boy, the student, the servant, is left behind.

Life was nothing other than what came and went with each passing moment.

In a world in which everything is subject to the passing of time, art alone is both subject to time and yet victorious over it.

For there is so much she needs to pass on to this child, that our lives are brief, even long ones like hers, and the one thing we should do is take care of each other. That's all. But honey, it's so hard. Why, child, is it so hard? A voice through the trees.

o a gente de paso.

For the cinema image is essentially the observation of a phenomenon passing through time.

Is this night a failure because it will end in an hour?

Dying is the most embarrassing thing that can ever happen to you, because someone's got to take care of all your details.

Our friendship, for example, and how quickly we passed through each other, from fascinated strangers to loyal chums to relics of each other's world. We'd been pawns of proximity, choiceless as brothers.

This night, so tranquil now, will not go hence.

An empty frame, in which the picture is always changing, makes a statement about how time is always passing. It doesn't really stop, even in a single image. I t just feels that way.

All I could think was that right there, in ever passing second, was the future winding itself own. Never would forever, with all its meanings, be so clear and distinct as in the true, guaranteed end of the world.

It passed, though. That was the bad thing. It always passed.