Quotes About Passing

It had been odd to envy their grief, but I had. I envied the explosion and finality of it-- their sobs and tears... Her passing came slowly, over months and years, in the dull bits, pieces, and mundane hours that I worked to stay alive... The memories of her became disconnected blurred images, warm hands cupping my cheeks, a tuneless hum as she worked, words that floated in the air, her finger pressed to my lips.

Lest we repeat history, Let the stories be passed, From father to son, from mother to daughter, For with but one generation, History and truth are lost forever. —Song of Jezelia

He died the way all men die, one breath at a time.

Lest we repeat history, let the stories be passed, from father to son, from mother to daughter, for with but one generation, history and truth are lost forever.

Tomorrow is forever, and years pass in no time at all

It is day after day. It is week after week. It is month after month. It is year after year. It is only time going and going. There is no joy. There is no lightness of heart. It is only the passing of days. I am young and alone.

Young poets bewail the passing of love old poets, the passing of time. There is surprisingly little difference.

In every death, a busy world comes to an end.

The passing of spring The birds weep and in the eyes Of fish there are tears.

Spring is passing by! Birds are weeping and the eyes Of fish fill with tears.

It may be a dark cloud passing across the sky, but – if that is the metaphor – you are the sky.

To experience beauty on Earth, you needed to experience pain and to know mortality. That is why so much that is beautiful on this planet has to do with time passing and the Earth turning.

You don't go to death. Death comes to you.

The years went by too quickly, that was the trouble. By the time you figured out that the times you were living were the best, they were over and nothing more remained than a few blurry snapshots and a handful of memories.

The work of preservation demands that the feelings playing about in one's guts not be turned into action. Just watch their passing like cherry blossoms.

Now can it be men die and carry thence no memory of death, only this curious lightness of the hands, only this curious darkness of the mind, only to be still changeless with the winters passing; not gray, not lined, not stricken down, but stamped forever on the moving air, and echo and an image?

Sve ce proci. Ali, kakva je to utjeha? Proci ce i radost, proci ce i ljubav, proci ce i zivot. Zar je nada u tome da sve prodje?

The beauty of a house by the lake side in the middle of wilderness can best be appreciated not by those who permanently live in the house but by the travellers passing by!

I began to think that some of us are the designated rememberers. Why do we remember? I don't know. But I think that's why memoir interests us—because we're the ones who pass the stories. --Pat Conroy

Life is too fleet for onomatopoeia.

Sve ?e pro?i. Ali, kakva je to utjeha? Pro?i ?e i radost, pro?i ?e i ljubav, pro?i ?e i život. Zar je nada u tome da sve pro?e?

Os mortos não morrem quando deixam de viver, mas quando os votamos ao esquecimento.

Knowledge is the wisdom of one passing on the accumulation of their experience to others.

Death does not come when the body is too exausted to live.Death comes because the brilliance inside of us can only be contained for so long.We do not die.We pass on.Pass on the life burning through our throats.When you leave me, I will not cry for you.I will run into the strongest wind I can find and welcome you home.