Suffering passes, while love is eternal. That's a gift that you have received from God. Don't waste it.
The biologist passes. The frog stays the same.
All true tea lovers not only like their tea strong, but like it a little stronger with each year that passes.
A wise person speaks carefully and with truth, for every word tht passes between one's teeth is meant for something.
He passes through life most securely who has least reason to reproach himself with complaisance toward his enemies.
Every arena of life intersects with what's going on in our hearts. Everything passes through on its way to wherever it's going. Everything.
In this moment that blooms and fades as it passes, he is enough, and all is well in the world.
However, everything has an end, everything passes away, even the hunger of people who have not eaten
Everyday that passes I am pulled from youth as how it has been defined by that culture into something else.
I think as humans we're nostalgic creatures and that's what we do. We go back to things that have a semblance of something comforting, or enough time passes that it seems cool again, or maybe it's something that some people didn't even experience.
Time passes, Time the consoler, Time the anodyne.
Everything always passes, and everything is already okay. Stay in the place where you can see that, and nothing will resist you.
It is pure illusion to think that an opinion which passes down from century to century, from generation to generation, may not be entirely false.
The shortest path between two truths in the real domain passes through the complex domain.
Time moves slowly, but passes quickly.
It just makes me realize how. . . fleeting life can be. How quickly it all passes by. And it's strange to read something written by someone whose life was really just beginning then but who's dead now. "He nodded, looking like he was taking that in. But then he said, "That's kinda deep, Daisy. "She laughed, rolled her eyes. "Well, you asked. So if that's too deep for you, tell me about your fish. ""Well, they were small and blue and I feel emotional because their lives were really just starting but they're dead now.
Energy is the measure of that which passes from one atom to another in the course of their transformations. A unifying power, then, but also, because the atom appears to become enriched or exhausted in the course of the exchange, the expression of structure.
I think I've got a peculiar disease. I call it the curse of history, and it has to do with the fugitive absencepresence of both personal and collective memory. At first I thought it was a kind of personal illness, just related to time, private time, time that passes in one's life. So I decided to forget and throw myself into the future.
If you're too in your head and you're not in the moment, life passes you by.
I've kind of come to the conclusion that what passes for realism in movies has nothing to do with reality and that my stuff is more realistic than that.