Quotes About Passing

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

The Royal Sovereign carried straight on and just squeezed through, almost shaving the Santa Ana's stern

Think of me as you pass by, As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, some day you'll be, So now prepare to follow me. Someone,

High in the Dales one can find: Think of me as you pass by, As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, some day you'll be, So now prepare to follow me. Someone, perhaps a night-duty policeman, had added the following: To follow you I'm not content, I do not know which way you went.

For me, an image becomes meaningless inasmuch as it's always temporary.

Conscience is a dog that does not stop us from passing but that we cannot prevent from barking

If your life was lonely, then your death is, too. You will dig your own grave and die as you lived.

La muerte no significaba más que una liberación.

Everything will pass. The wise Man knows this from the start, and has no regrets.

Il nous faut remplacer les mourants, et les mourants savent qu'ils ne valent que pour ce qu'ils ont transmis.

En mi existencia ya no existe la felicidad o el sufrimiento. Todo pasa. Esa es la única verdad en toda mi vida, transcurrida en el interminable infierno de la sociedad humana. Todo pasa.

Dispomos de um excesso de tempo que nos acaba por faltar a partir do momento em que já passou.

Poor boy, he'd been dead more than three years.

Oh, sir, she smiled, no doubt, Whene'er I passed her; but who passed without Much the same smile? This grew; I gave commands; Then all smiles stopped together. There she stands As if alive. — Robert Browning

She tried to keep her smile from stretching too wide. It was daylight, and their ships weren't passing. They were standing face to face—

He handed the phone to Armand and said

I saw the danger, yet I passed along the enchanted way, And I said, let grief be a fallen leaf at the dawning of the day.

Life is completely different when you live near a railway station. It feels as if you're just passing through. Everything is temporary. One day or another, you'll hop on a train.

Nothing lasts, you see, not even the thoughts inside you. And you musn't waste your time looking for them. Once a thing is gone, that is the end of it.

La petite mort' and 'la grande mort' within ten seconds of each other—coming and going in the space of three short breaths.

One generation shall commend your works to another" (v. 4).

Essa vida é uma viagem pena eu estar só de passagem

This minute is passing. And it will never come again. Never in all the world. When it is gone, it is gone. No power on earth could bring it back again. - Carson McCullers

It lasted just a moment, whatever that is. One held breath? An ant's afternoon?