“All events and people you have cherished in the past, and all events and people that are yet to happen to you, exist at all times. This for sure beats the traditional concept of heaven!”

“Three things have a limited threshold:Time, pain, and death.While truth, love, and knowledge -Are boundless.Three things are neededFor humanity to co-exist:Truth, peace and basic needs.Everything else -Is irrelevant.”

“Hell was full of clocks, he was sure of it. There was no torment, after all, that could not be exacerbated by a contemplation of time passing. The large case clock at the end of the corridor had a particularly penetrating tick-tock, audiable above and through all the noises of the house. It seemed to Lord John Grey to echo his own heartbeats, each one a step on the road towards death.”

“Indeed, men who manage to defeat time by anxiously safeguarding their tomorrow, by not allowing it to stray anywhere from the past, have in effect conquered death itself.”

“Nox didn’t say a word. He waited, counting the seconds in his mind. Sometimes you counted bullets and sometimes you counted time. Either one could kill you.”

“You die in time to realize somethings aren’t worthwhile.”

“Time is always chipping away at our dreams. At the moment of death loss becomes complete.”

“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 (…).”