Quotes About Passing

Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and silence. —Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Yoshino distinguishes covering from "conversion" (trying to become straight) and "passing" (staying in the closet), and points out that even after gay people come out, society exerts a "covering demand" on its minority members. I would argue that, by pleading for more magnanimous treatment of our opponents, gay thought leaders were unconsciously applying the covering demand to the LGBT equality movement as a whole.

Love makes the time pass, but time makes love pass, too.

My love is unique an none can rival her. Just by passing, she has already stolen away my heart.

My love is unique and none can rival her . . . Just by passing, she has stolen away my heart.

such a short time. I am about to tell our barker,

On a wall of her burial chamber, Ramesses summed up his love for her as such: "My love is unique and none can rival her ... Just by passing, she has stolen away my heart.

History is not our guide, it is not our friend. It is a passing stranger, one which shadows legend, sprinkling it with the seeds of truth.

And the supreme beauty is that of tragedy. The consciousness that everything passes away, that we ourselves pass away, and that everything that is ours and everything that environs us passes away, fills us with anguish, and this anguish itself reveals to us the consolation of that which does not pass away, of the eternal, of the beautiful.

ONE BY ONE I HAD WATCHED THEM ALL DIE.

Every time we'd pass a cemetery, he'd say, 'That's the dead center of Toronto. People are dying to get in there, mate.

I wondered how many other things had flown past me into death. Perhaps many. Perhaps I was flying past them, like the grim reaper, signaling the end. This would explain so much.

All your problems are just illusions that will pass without a trace.

The days fly by. I can smell the weekend already. The repetition of days is so boring to observe.

Death's the discarder.

Good. It's better if my DNA isn't passed on." "Why? You're smart, beautiful, powerful." "I'm also mentally unstable and may have tendencies toward criminal insanity.

Death is part of life.

The first candle will, of course, burn out in time. But before this happens, the light from it will be passed on to another candle, and then to another, so that though the candles may change, the light will burn forever, like the light on a Buddhist altar. As the candles change, so will the way in which two people love each other; yet their love, like the light, need never go out.

WRITE EVERYTHING YOU know about dying. Just go. Don't think, "What does she mean by that?" Dive in. We die in all kinds of ways. Who died? When did they die? how? why?

I was attending the University of Alberta. I was going to be a high school teacher, like my parents. I failed - no, I didn't fail a class, I just barely passed. I really didn't try. It was Canadian history, through the plays of the time. My God, those were boring plays.

The most seductive sin, I suppose, is passing judgment on others, and the next must be acting out of one's anger when one has the power to hurt the ones who wound us.

It's easy for a Negro to 'pass' for white. But I don't think it would be so simple for a white person to 'pass' for colored.

Passing on. It's not even grammatical. It just hangs there, vague and inconclusive. It's like saying he went up to. Passed on to where, exactly?

Que la vida no es más que una quimera; Una ilusión, un sueño sin orillas, Una pequeña nube pasajera.