Quotes About Passing

Time is flying never to return.

Each man has his day, and the time of life is brief for all, and never comes again.

it is strange how the dead leap out on us at street corners, or in dreams

The secret signal which one generation passes, under disguise, to the next is loathing, hatred, despair. Dante

In the midst of chaos there was shape; this eternal passing and flowing… was struck into stability.

The number of books in the world is infinite, and one is forced to glimpse and nod and move on after a moment of talk, a flash of understanding, as, in the street outside, one catches a word in passing and from a chance phrase fabricates a lifetime.

If he failed the first time he took his driver's licence test, it was mainly because he started an argument with the examiner in an ill-timed effort to prove that nothing could be more humiliating to a rational creature than being required to encourage the development of a base conditional reflex by stopping at a red light when there was not an earthly soul around, heeled or wheeled. He was more circumspect the next time, and passed...

The kind of poem I produced in those days was hardly anything more than a sign I made of being alive, of passing or having passed, or hoping to pass, through certain intense human emotions. It was a phenomenon of orientation rather than of art, thus comparable to stripes of paint on a roadside rock or to a pillared heap of stones marking a mountain trail.

The years are passing, my dear, and presently nobody will know what you and I know.

Well, you simply must, you absolutely must. Life is passing us by. Don't go and fall in love. Bella warned you. Everyone warned you. You just won't listen. Bela believes that what we most want out of life is our good times.

We are particularly fortunate to be able to include a contribution from W. Maxwell (Max) Cowan, who passed away on June 30, 2002.

Nancy began again, and she knew she was going to off-load to Infante the anger she had caught from the kid. Life was just a long game of emotional tag, one bad mood passing from person to person.

When people in the village have books they no longer need, this shop provides a refuge whilst the volumes are in transition to new homes. That's the point of books, isn't it? To be passed from hand to hand, until they fall apart. Part of the great river of life. [SIR JEREMY AUBREY ('the general'), to Hannah Larson]

well as permission to pass the newly discovered lands on to "our heirs and successors.

Voilà peut-être ce qu'il faudrait accepter: on ne fait que passer. Et quand bien même l'amour, le combat, la souffrance à en devenir fou... De tout ça un jour il ne reste rien

Today it strikes Bird as unbearably sad, to pass by and leave no trace of your existence. To

Listen, I've been thinking. 8 million people. All those stories passing from mouth to ear. Would one person be compelled. One out of 8 million. A fraction of a fraction. But not nothing. Absorbing that story. Passing it on. Listen. Somewhere out there, saying to others at last. Listen. This isn't right. None of them are sure how this will work. Where they will go. How they will find their way. But it is not impossible and right now that feels like enough.

The same place people went when they died, where everything went: on, away, out of your life.

Close the door by leaving." Close the mouth by dying ... ("Ferme la porte en partant." - Ferme la bouche en mourant ...)

Life is short, even in letter. (Vie, c'est court, Même en lettre)

You are too young to know how the world changes everyday,' said Mrs Creakle, 'and how the people in it pass away. But we all have to learn it, David; some of us when we are young, some of us when we are old, some of us at all times in our lives.

What was the nameless shadow which again in that one instant had passed?

Because the memory of those who lie below, passes away so soon. At first they tend them, morning, noon, and night; they soon begin to come less frequently; from once a day, to once a week; from once a week to once a month; then, at long and uncertain intervals; then, not at all. Such tokens seldom flourish long. I have known the briefest summer flowers outlive them.

In seasons of pestilence, some of us will have a secret attraction to the disease—a terrible passing inclination to die of it.