Quotes About Passing

Death was, after all, a temporary staging post in a longer journey

nevertheless there is a kind of comfort to be gained from the passing of time; hour upon hour, day upon day, time falling like thick flakes of snow, the next laid upon the last, again and again, until what has been is gradually covered over, its original shape and colour hidden under the blanket of what is now.

there is a kind of comfort to be gained from the passing of time, hour upon hour, day upon day, time falling like thick flakes of snow, the next laid upon the last, again and again, until what has been is gradually covered over, its original shape and colour hidden under a blanket of what is now.

That is one of the tragedies of aging, appreciating how many good and interesting people have passed by unknown.

Var! diyebilir misin? Her ?ey gelip geçmiyor mu? Her ?ey, rüzgâr gibi, yan?m?zdan esip uçmuyor mu? Her ?ey.. "

the very basic theme of poetry is that of time passing, the very basic theme of painting is that of the moment made permanent.

As William Penn pointed out, "We pass through this world but once, so do now any good you can do, and show now any kindness you can show, for we shall not pass this way again.

be close to another human being at that instant was enough to convince one, however briefly, that something beyond understanding passed from the body with that final sigh, that some essence began its journey from this world to another.

The day passed, a poor, sluggish thing that departed almost gratefully as night took its place.

As virtuous men pass mildly away, and whisper to their souls to go, whilst some of their sad friends do say, the breath goes now, and some say no.

As virtuous men pass mildly away And whisper to their souls, to goe, While some of their friends doe say, The breath goes now, and some say, no: So let us melt, and make no noise...

When the time comes in which one could, the time has passed in which one can.

One day you will disappear on a funeral pyre - just into nothingness, as smoke.

Don't regret your life, child, it will pass soon enough.

There was no more dangerous a time in a nation's life than the passing of a ruler when the succession was in doubt.

Through a grandmother's voice and hands the end of life is known at the beginning.

Life really is very brief.

Life is too short because we die.

Death from this life is just graduation from this grade. It's our release, our graduation, our promotion. School is out! We've finished our schooling in this grade and we pass on to the next grade.

To death we owe our life; the passing of one generation opens a way for another.

Roads go on While we forget, and are Forgotten like a star That shoots and is gone.

Over the land freckled with snow half-thawed The speculating rooks at their nests cawed And saw from elm-tops, delicate as flowers of grass, What we below could not see, Winter pass.

Watching the fragments float by for years.

Time passes. That's for sure.