Quotes About Passing

But our knowledge, the things we learn, can carry on in others after we are gone...The toil of this journey, our journey , is the man for those who will follow.

Og til allersidst den helt nye, snigende bekymring for at livet skal glide forbi hende uden at hun får tag i det.

In this present life, you can experience your enlightened essence, and if you do that, you can, before passing away, attain the perfectly and fully awakened state of a buddha.

I was shown each second passing as the train belted along, ticking off the buildings with a speed that made me melancholy.

The Navajo teach their children that every morning when the sun comes up, it's a brand-new sun. It's born each morning, it lives for the duration of one day, and in the evening it passes on, never to return again.

History repeats itself, but the special call of an art which has passed away is never reproduced. It is as utterly gone out of the world as the song of a destroyed wild bird.

maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through...

Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some people are just passing through. It's like some people just come through our lives to bring us something: a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn.

This was the way it was meant to be, when parents slipped gently away, and the next generations moved on.

He would have been forty-two years old in two months. His forty-first had been his very last birthday, as it turned out.

and my signature is drawn in magic marker on the lower right hand corner of the window so when something passes in the dark it's captured for a moment inside my work.

yo también estoy de paso por esta vida, por eso no pierdo mi tiempo entreteniendo con cosas materiales y prefiero vivir humildemente.

Time wasn't passing so much as kneeling beside him in a torn tee-shirt disclosing the rodent-nosed tits of a man who disdains the care of his once-comely bod.

Ten years is a long time in this fugitive world.

Czemu ty si?, z?a godzino, z niepotrzebnym mieszasz l?kiem? Jeste? - a wi?c musisz min??. Miniesz - a wi?c to jest pi?kne

MinÄ™li siÄ™ jak obcy, bez gestu i sÅ'owa, ona w drodze do sklepu, on do samochodu. Mo?e w popÅ'ochu albo roztargnieniu albo niepamiÄ™taniu, ?e przez krótki czas kochali siÄ™ na zawsze. [...]

Name me no names for my disease, With uninforming breath; I tell you I am none of these, But homesick unto death —Homesick for hills that I had known, For brooks that I had crossed, ...Before I met this flesh and bone And followed and was lost… .And though they break my heart at last, Yet name no name of ills. Say only, Here is where he passed, Seeking again those hills.

Gloom is but a shadow of a cloud passing by

The reason death sticks so closely to life isn't biological necessity – it's envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life leaps over oblivion lightly, losing only a thing or two or no importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

A critic is a gong at a railroad crossing clanging loudly and vainly as the train goes by.

As soon as you discover the truth it's already gone: the moment passed. I ask: what is it? Reply: it's not.

Everything—absolutely everything—that comes into existence will pass away.

Suleika knows that she is only a passing moment, the crest of a wave or the hem of a cloud, but she is soberly content to be, do an instant, the embodiment of that flow.

I shall have everything ... and I shall lean over the edge of a white terrace smothered with the roses of my gardens and shall see the lords of the earth, the wanderers, pass by!'" - Colette, La Vagabonde