#passing

Would you love a man of a broken shell after the passing of a women's soul? ↗

— Brian Perkins

#broken #love #man #passing #shell

A majority of Americans oppose partial-birth abortion, and Judge Hamilton's decision flies in the face of Congress passing and President Bush signing legislation banning such horrible acts of violence. ↗

— Marc Racicot

#acts #banning #bush #congress #decision

During my participation in the Manhattan Project and subsequent research at Los Alamos, encompassing a period of fifteen years, I worked in the company of perhaps the greatest collection of scientific talent the world has ever known. ↗

— Frederick Reines

#company #during #encompassing #ever #fifteen

In passing, we should note this curious mark of our own age: the only absolute allowed is the absolute insistence that there is no absolute. ↗

— Francis Schaeffer

#age #allowed #curious #insistence #mark

Time whizzes by when you have children. They make you aware of the passing of time, but also help keep you young. ↗

— Jaclyn Smith

#aware #children #help #keep #make

If a weakly mortal is to do anything in the world besides eat the bread thereof, there must be a determined subordination of the whole nature to the one aim no trifling with time, which is passing, with strength which is only too limited. ↗

— Beatrice Webb

#anything #besides #bread #determined #eat

Entire years had passed when he was rich enough in time to disregard the loose change of a minute, but now he obsessed over each one, this minute, the next minute, the one following, all of which were different terms for the same illusion. ↗

— Anthony Marra

#time #time-passing #wisdom #youth-is-wasted-on-the-young #age

She began to feel that she had not yet gone through all the changes of opinion and sentiment, which the progress of time and variation of circumstances occasion in this world of changes. ↗

— Jane Austen

#changes #time #time-passing #change

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

#passing #sad #sorrow #death

She headed for a wide flat rock on the creek's bank, her posture still demanding 'no trespassing' but no longer 'trespassers will be shot. ↗

— Kristen Heitzmann

#humor #trespassing #family