Passing Quotes

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C.L. Wilson
“I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow,
death's silent torment of no tomorrow.
I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair,
United in misery, the grief that they share.

How do I show that, I am not gone...
but the essence of life's everlasting song
Why do they wee? Why do they cry?
I'm alive in the wind and I am soaring high.

I am sparkling light dancing on streams,
a moment of warmth in the fays of sunbeams.
The coolness of rain as it falls on your face,
the whisper of leaves as wind rushes with haste.

Eternal Song, a requiem by Avian of Celieria

from Crown of Crystal Flame by C.L. Wilson”
C.L. Wilson, Crown of Crystal Flame

Sanober  Khan
“Like a speeding train
I am passing by...
I don’t know
where I’m heading
with whom or why
all I know is that
I will never, ever
pass from here again
all I know is I’m skidding forward
on this track of life.”
Sanober Khan, A touch, a tear, a tempest

Kamand Kojouri
“I have drunk the night
and swallowed the stars.
I am dancing with abandon
and singing with rapture.
There is not a thing I do not love.
There is not a person I have not forgiven.
I feel a universe of love.
I feel a universe of light.
Tonight, I am with old friends
and we are returning home.
The moon is our witness.”
Kamand Kojouri

Alberto Caeiro
“I pass and I stay, like the Universe.”
Alberto Caeiro, The Keeper of Sheep

Glen Cook
“No one will sing songs in our memory. We are the last of the Free Companies of Khatovar. Our traditions and memories live only in these Annals. We are our own mourners.”
Glen Cook

Cormac McCarthy
“They had no curiousity about him at all. As if they knew all that they needed to know. They stood and watched him pass and watched him vanish upon that landscape solely because he was passing. Solely because he would vanish.”
Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

Kimberly Brubaker Bradley
“I kept traveling down the road. And everywhere it was the same. What was my name, who were my people? What was I supposed to say? That my father is the president, and my mother is his slave?”
Kimberly Brubaker Bradley, Jefferson's Sons

Kamand Kojouri
“Clocks were invented to warn us. Tick (time is passing). Tock (time has passed).”
Kamand Kojouri

“One word absent from a sentence, or misinterpreted incorrectly, can change the entire meaning of a sentence. One word can change the meaning of everything. Before you believe anything about God or anybody, ask yourself how well do you trust the transmitter, translator or interpreter. And if you have never met them, then how do you know if the knowledge you acquired is even right? One hundred and twenty-five years following every major event in history, all remaining witnesses will have died. How well do you trust the man who has stored his version of a story? And how can you put that much faith into someone you don't know?”
Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem

Evelyn Waugh
“A whole Gothic world had come to grief...there was now no armour glittering through the forest glades, no embroidered feet on the green sward; the cream and dappled unicorns had fled...”
Evelyn Waugh, A Handful of Dust

Pawan Mishra
“Just like a boxer can’t win without a few punches on his face, a student can’t be fully trained without ups and downs.”
Pawan Mishra, Coinman: An Untold Conspiracy

Dmitry Glukhovsky
“What remains of the dead? What remains of every one of us?

Tombstones sink in, moss covers them, and after a few centuries the name can no longer be read. Every forgotten grave is designated a new corpse.

As the generations passed, remembrance of the dead diminished until it was forgotten. What was called everlasting peace only lasted half a century. The bones were disturbed as the graveyards were mulched in to suburbs.

The earth had become too small, for the living and the dead. In half a century a funeral had become a luxury that only few could afford who had died before judgment day. But who cares about a single body when the whole planet is dying.


Earlier the remains of humanity had only had the right to be there as long as the living remembered them. A human being remembers their relatives, their friends and colleagues. But his conscience only reached back three generations before it faded away. Just more then fifty years.

With the same ease, you let the picture of our grandfather or your friend from school out of our conscience into absolute nothingness. The memories of a human can last longer than the bones, but as soon as the last one who remembered us has passed we dissolve with time.


Back then there was almost no more space in the thick family album for old and brown turned pictures, but almost nobody that looked through it could say for sure who was on the photos. The photographs of the passed can be interpreted as some kind of mask, but not as a print of their soul when they were living. And the photographs only decay as slow as the people that live inside them

What remains?

Our children?

They can look like us. In their reflection we mirror ourselves in a mysterious way. United with those we had loved. In their gestures, in their mimics we happily find ourselves or with sorrow. Friends confirm that our sons and daughters are just like us. Maybe that gives us a certain extension of ourselves when we are no more. We ourselves weren’t the first. We have been made from countless copies that have been before us, just another chimera, always half from our fathers and mothers who are again the half of their parents. So is there nothing unique in us but are we just an endless mixture of small mosaic parts that never endingly exist in us? Have we been formed out of millions of small parts to a complete picture that has no own worth and has to fall into its parts again?

Does it even matter to be happy if we found ourselves in our children, a certain line that has been traveling through our bodies for millions of years?

What remains of me?


What kind of immortality was left for mankind?”
Dmitry Glukhovsky, Metro 2034

Kate McGahan
“it will make sense the moment you come Home. I could see it all so clearly. I could see what it is that we are waiting for. I knew in one solitary moment why I had learned obedience and why I valued nothing on the earth but love. It’s all that matters. It is all there is.”
Kate McGahan, JACK McAFGHAN: Reflections on Life with my Master

Helen Oyeyemi
“All through dinner Arturo and I held hands under the table like a couple of kids, and that made the dinner quite wonderful, even though Mrs. Fletcher kept staring at Olivia as though committing her to memory. It got so bad that Olivia turned to her husband and said: "Has it happened at last, Gerald? Have I become a curiosity?”
Helen Oyeyemi, Boy, Snow, Bird

Eudora Welty
“On the train I saw that world passing my window. It was when I came to see it was I who was passing that my self-centered childhood was over. But it was not until I began to write, that I found the world out there revealing, because memory had become attached to seeing, love had added itself to discovery, and because I recognized in my own continuing longing to keep going, the need I carried inside myself to know - the apprehension, first, and then the passion, to connect myself to it. Through travel I first became aware of the outside world; it was through travel that I found my own introspective way into becoming a part of it. This is, of course, simply saying that the outside world is the vital component of my inner life. My imagination takes its strength and guides its direction from what I see and hear and learn and feel and remember of my living world. But I was to learn slowly that both these worlds, outer and inner, were different from what they seemed to me in the beginning.”
Eudora Welty, On Writing

Lisa J. Shultz
“Without guidance and support for patients and families approaching death, there may be unnecessary conflict, confusion, and trauma that linger long after the passing of a loved one.”
Lisa J. Shultz, A Chance to Say Goodbye: Reflections on Losing a Parent

Richard L.  Ratliff
“Time is passing : not leaden stepping
But sprinting on winged feet,
Quick silver slipping by.”
Richard L. Ratliff

Craig D. Lounsbrough
“In the end, if we don't have God we don't have anything other than an end.”
Craig D. Lounsbrough

“The passing clouds outside the window form the perfect backdrop for wavering frames I see moving inside my mind.”
Pavitraa Parthasarathy

“Time plays no favorites and will pass whether you act or not. Take control of your life. Dare to dream and take risks...Compete! If you aren't willing to work for you goals, don't expect others to! Believe in yourself.”

N.K. Jemisin
“You've never really trusted him, though you don't understand why. Something about the fact that he's hidden all his life - which is hypocritical as hell after your ten years in Tirimo.”
N.K. Jemisin, The Obelisk Gate

Michelle Franklin
“That is the only sure way of knowing we have made someone happy: making someone miserable by our leaving them.”
Michelle Franklin

Will Advise
“I sometimes go to a mythical place called "workplace", where the doable is always unpassable as possible, especially when it pisses you off.”
Will Advise, Nothing is here...

“My life has become like a bus, and I'm just watching it pass by”
Evy Michaels

Katherine McIntyre
“Like a firework, a person’s life flashed brightest right before expiration.”
Katherine McIntyre, Soul Solution

Israelmore Ayivor
“Decide be a success; decide to be great, decide to be above average, decide to do the very best of you. Do you know who a P.O.O.R person is? P.O.O.R people are those who are “Passing On Opportunities Repeatedly”!”
Israelmore Ayivor, Dream Big!: See Your Bigger Picture!

Phindiwe Nkosi
“Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that
seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without
confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.”
Phindiwe Nkosi, Behind the Hospital

James Alan McPherson
“...he still thought I was accusing him or calling him to account. He said, "People *do* grow. You may not think much of *me*, but my children will be great!"
I said , "They will be black and blind or passing for white and self-blinded. Those are the only choices.”
James Alan McPherson, Elbow Room

Ana Claudia Antunes
“When I was a child and I would listen to my sister's LPs She was a huge fan and she was so in love with him that she wrote him a letter. I enjoyed seeing my sis so happy about Manilow Mania. I wrote some lyrics based on one of his songs, also thinking of those ships that pass in the night in the city where I was born. Can you guess which one?
Anyway, my sister was already unconscious at the hospital when I inserted an earplug so that she could hear some of his songs. It was very low, very mild Manilow, when all of a sudden, in the second cord when he sang "I made it through the rain" in a beat a bit higher her heartbeat which was being monitored played faster. I could see that as a sign that she was listening. I stopped the song and I started Singing one of her songs that she had especially made for my birthday when I turned nine yrs old and I never forgot about that. I could see a little smile coming from the left side of her lips. It was the affirmation I needed. That she was and will always be there for me as I so admired her soul to the bones!”
Ana Claudia Antunes, The Tao of Physical and Spiritual

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