“Voglio solo dire che mi manca quel periodo, quello in mezzo. Quando inizi ad accorgerti di quanto tempo è passato, ma non ti chiedi ancora quanto ne resta.Cioè quello in cui le persone a cui tieni non hanno iniziato a morire.”

“Time says “Let there be”every moment and instantlythere is space and the radianceof each bright galaxy.And eyes beholding radiance.And the gnats’ flickering dance.And the seas’ expanse.And death, and chance.”

“Live a little or die a lot. The choice is hours.”

“Many millions of people have lost their lives while trying to save a few minutes.”

“Death, in the human perspective, is not a given, it must be achieved. It is a task, one which we take up actively, one which becomes the source of our activity and mastery. Man dies, that is nothing. But man is, starting from his death. He ties himself tight to his death with a tie of which he is the judge. He makes his death; he makes himself mortal and in this way gives himself the power of a maker and gives to what he makes its meaning and its truth. The decision to be without being is possibility itself: the possibility of death.”

“You wrapped your wings against my soul,calmly cascaded tears into eternal waters,where I sat in solitude, waiting ephemerally,for those hours of lost comfort once again,how long ago did sleep become such an end?”

“Bethany Winston once told me that time was like a closet. No matter what you do or how good your intentions are, you will always fill your time and closets with things that don’t matter. “That’s why funerals are so important”, she’d said. “They force you to clean out closets and reevaluate how you spend your time (…).”

“And when your sorrow is comforted (time soothes all sorrows) you will be content that you have known me.”

“The dusty tombs of long-dead exorcist priests lay in the alcoves below, surmounted by stone effigies, the features eroded by the passing of time and the reverent caresses of their grateful parishioners, a reminder, she knew all too well, of the brevity of life.”

“We pass through Time from birth in order to have from where to come, together with death.”

“Names turned over by time, like the plough turning the soil. Bringing up the new while the old were buried in the mud.”

“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.”

“We don’t rest when we die, we move on to where we are needed most.We travel the far reaches of the universe, and beyond to help those in need.That is what life & death is about.Not sitting by, and watching others as they suffer.”

“A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted.”