Quotes About Passing

Your death taps you on the shoulder, or takes your hand, and says, 'Come along o' me, it's time.

like a little thorn that catches for a moment on a traveler's sleeve, only to pull out when the traveler walks on.

Curiously, the darkness seemed to have something to do with Harriet, Ron's intended, and I thought for a time that it was simply the reality of Harriet's arrival that had dramatized the passing of time: we had been talking about it and now suddenly it was here — just as Brenda's departure would be here before we knew it.

He has outlived dissatisfaction. This is what remains after the passing of everything, the disciplined sadness of stoicism. This is the cooling. For so long it's so hot, everything in life is so intense, and then little by little it goes away, and then comes the cooling, and then comes the ashes.

Emotions, when they're revved up, don't change, they're the same, fresh and raw. Everything passes? Nothing passes. The same emotions are here!

I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story but passing by too quickly to notice or understand

You have some great sadness about you. I don't know where it comes from or what form it takes but you must pass through it and leave it behind. --- Some things are simpler to say that to do.

His eyes touched lightly, and passed on.

Now and then, I remember you in times Unbelievable. And in places not made for memory But for the transient, the passing that does not remain.

I think I throw the ball down the field pretty well, but I think I'm really accurate and make good decisions.

I'm just trying to be aggressive and make plays, but you watch film and you see that you can get off the ball get it to somebody else and let them make a play for you.

It will pass, whatever it is.

The day of my death will not be the day of his.

She passed through them without a glance. The living have no time to look at death; they cannot see it even if they try.

I have improved both feet for my passing game as well as in the vertical play into attack, whether that be low balls or longer balls.

We're all just passing time and occupy our chair very briefly.

Trillions of solar neutrinos pass through you each second, but interact so weakly that you never notice.

The edges that separate things are conventional rather than inherent or inevitable. While it may make use of these edges in passing, the work of desire is borderless.

they've all come to the same end. They are dust beneath the soil. All that is left behind lies in the people who remain. And the stories.

Time passes... but memories do not.

I lean close and whisper, "Even the coloreds, do you think?" In my mind, I hear Maman hiss, Keep them bright eyes down, Miss High-Tone. You might talk like them convent sisters, but you still a colored girl. "Ssshhh, Iola Anne!" Isabelle's lashes flash wide. We both know that I've been passing on this trip.

How beautiful the days, They come and go.

He's just a flash in the pants.

Man is a flux of states of consciousness, a flow of passing thoughts, each thought of self another self, a myriad thoughts, a myriad selves, a continual becoming but never being, a will-of-the-wisp flitting of ghosts in ghostland.