Sweet as the tender fragrance that survives,When martyred flowers breathe out their little lives,Sweet as a song that once consoled our pain,But never will be sung to us again,Is they remembrance. Now the hour of restHath come to thee. Sleep, darling: it is best.
In bed as I close my eyes, I wonder if the beginning of time and the end of time are the same thing, and the distance between seconds is really as long as the distance between stars. Maybe this is what it’s like to be inside the mind of God. The past and the future mean nothing, and the time is always now.
Anyone who has lived Is an historian & an artifact,For they hold all their time within them.
I planned my death carefully, unlike my life, which meandered along from one thing to another, despite my feeble attempts to control it.
If I Must GoIf I must go to heaven’s endClimbing the ages like a stair,Be near me and forever bendWith the same eyes above me there;Time will fly past us like leaves flying,We shall not heed, for we shall beBeyond living, beyond dying,Knowing and known unchangeably.
Let us strive together to part with time more reluctantly, to watch the pinions of the fleeting moment until they are dim in the distance, and the new-coming moment claims our attention.
Perhaps the feelings that we experience when we are in love represent a normal state. Being in love shows a person who he should be.
Time is merely a constant that is constantly sped up by those who wish they never had to tell time again.
It is natural to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes to that siren until she allures us to our death.
You have tasted of death now,” said the old man. “Is it good?” “It is good,” said Mossy. “It is better than life.”“No,” said the old man: “it is only more life.
Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.
A Pekin duckling in a bowl of water is like a small furry sun sponging up spring. As far as I know, that’s the best way to measure time.
BE QUIET!!…What do you want…? I was in the middle of saying something nice…
I drive a motorbike, so there is the whiff of the grim reaper round every corner, especially in London.
Like anything worth doing in life, happiness takes time and patience and consistency.
Why did Mother ask you to help me rescue Gelsi?” I asked Leif.“She thought I could assist you in some way. Instead, I had tried to—”“Kill me? You can join the ‘I Want to Kill Yelena Guild.’ I hear they have six members in good standing. Valek is president since he had wanted to kill me twice.
Here we find further argument for Gotagga’s supposition that the world is round. How else could all men stand higher than their brothers?
I won’t be sad too often,If they bury me in the libraryWith bookworms in my coffin.
Fifty years, I hackneyed, is a long time.Not when you’re looking back at them, she said. You wonder how they vanished so quickly.
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
If the whole world I once could seeOn free soil stand, with the people freeThen to the moment might I say,Linger awhile. . .so fair thou art.
I have never lost a minute praying. For the minutes given over to prayer always create hours given over to my life.
The fossil record implies trial and error, the inability to anticipate the future, features inconsistent with a Great Designer (though not a Designer of a more remote and indirect temperament.)
My father blamed me for my brother Gunther’s death, for not bringing him home. He died in an avalanche as we descended from the summit of Nanga Parbat, one of the 14 peaks over 8,000m, in 1970. Gunther and I did so much together. It was difficult for my father to understand what it was like up there.
Before she continued her search she sat in his revolving desk chair, and wept for the passing of time, and the necessary death of the well-loved, wise old man.
In my world death will come chasing. In your world it will start whispering in your ear to destroy yourself. I know this because it started whispering to me when I was in the detention center.
I’m looking into my past lives. I’m convinced some of them still owe me money.
Courage is feeling fear, not getting rid of fear, and taking action in the face of fear.
Nothing is permanent in this wicked world, not even our troubles.
DEAFNESS DOESN’T PREVENT COMPOSERS HEARING THE MUSIC. IT PREVENTS THEM HEARING THE DISTRACTIONS.
Be compassionate … and take responsibility for each other. If we only learned those lessons, this world would be a better place.
Just when you think it can’t get any worse, it can. And just when you think it can’t get any better, it can.
…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.
Take your time to evaluate your life. If what you are doing now is not enough to keep your dream alive, pray for the wisdom and the audacity to see those dreams come alive.
If you have ever lost someone very important to you, then you already know how it feels; and if you haven’t, you cannot possibly imagine it.
We should learn not to hold grudges and be positive all the time because life is too short and unpredictable.
No matter what has happened to you in the past or what is going on in your life right now, it has no power to keep you from having an amazingly good future if you will walk by faith in God. God loves you! He wants you to live with victory over sin so you can possess His promises for your life today!
You may choose to look the other way but you can never say again that you did not know.
What an encouraging thought that Jesus – our beloved Husband – can find comfort in our lowly feeble gifts! Can this be, for it seems far too good to be true? May we then be willing to endure trials or even death itself if through these hardships we are assisted in bringing gladness to Immanuel’s heart.
Because the plan God has for each of our lives isn’t always the same plan we have for ourselves, Grace. Sometimes, our deaths have more of an impact than our births. It can inspire people to do great things, even greater than they would have had the deaths not happened at all.
This is a mournful discovery.1)Those who agree with you are insane2)Those who do not agree with you are in power.
One pain is lessened by another’s anguish. … Take thou some new infection to thy eye, And the rank poison of the old will die.
A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.
When it over, I want to say:all my lifeI was a bride married to amazement.I was a bridegroom, taking the world into my arms.When it’s over, I don’t want to wonderif I have made of my life something particular,and real.I don’t want to find myself sighing and frightened,or full of argument.I don’t want to end up simply having visited this world.from When the death comes
Can a woman not walk with her possessions down the street of a city?
For a Westerner, it is usually sufficient for a proposition to be logically sound. For a Chinese it is not sufficient that a proposition be logically correct, but it must be at the same time in accord with human nature.
And when he died, I suddenly realized I wasn’t crying for him at all, but for the things he did. I cried because he would never do them again…
I’ve got a lot of fans, but I say friends, because every time I meet a fan somewhere around the world, I don’t consider them a fan; I consider them as a friend.
Sometimes it falls upon a generation to be great, you can be that generation
Life isn’t always black and white. You’re not always sure you’re right. At least I’m not.
I choose gentleness… Nothing is won by force. I choose to be gentle. If I raise my voice may it be only in praise. If I clench my fist, may it be only in prayer. If I make a demand, may it be only of myself.
I recognized my work for what it was–as unimportant a drug as cigarettes to get one through the weeks and years. If we are extinguished by death, as I still try to believe, what point is there in leaving some books behind any more than bottles, clothes, or cheap jewellry?
This showed once again that everyone had something different to lose in this battle. Some were concerned for their lives, and some for those they cared most about: rays, sea horses, even the chickens that ran free in the streets of the city because they couldn’t all be caught in time.