Jane Lindskold Quotes

We are ever dying to one world and being born into another.

Rebirth. I mean by this simply what happens when the child begins to realise the fact that the black does not enter through the white’s front door is not in the same category as the fact that the dead will never come back.

People is themselves when they are children, and not again till they know they'm dying.

The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood, until the time comes for them to depart this life, again like children, neither tired of living nor aware of death.

I became a man. Before that I was a little boy.

As a child, I didn't know what they mean by 'to die.' So I grew up in a place where people used to die all the time, but a child is not allowed to see a dead body. When you ask, 'Where is so-and so?' you're told, 'He's gone to another world where we all go to live in the future.'

As I read more and more fairy tales as an adult, I found massive collusion between their 'subjects' and those in my fiction: childhood, nature, sexuality, transformation. I realized that it wasn't by accident that I was drawn to their narrative structure and motifs.

Whose child has to die next?

Childhood Is the Kingdom Where Nobody Dies.

Childhood is but change made gay and visible.

I died from a mineral and plant became, Died from the plant, took a sentient frame; Died from the beast, donned a human dress - When by my dying did I ever grow less.

Till I, high in the tower of my time Among familiar ruins, began to cry For accident, sickness, justice, war and crime, Because all died, because I had to die. The snow fell, the trees stood, the promise kept, And a child I slept.

Children are caterpillars and adults are butterflies. No butterfly ever remembers what it felt like being a caterpillar.

A simple child. That lightly draws its breath. And feels its life in every limb. What should it know of death?

Death is the gate of life.

I should not have loved my daughter as I did. Not in this world in which nothing lives for long. You children are flies. You are roses. You multiply and die.

Not easy to state the change you made. If I'm alive now, I was dead, Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.

I see God in the face of children. If there were no children on this Earth, if somebody announced that all kids are dead, I would jump off the balcony immediately. I'm done.

Setting is preliminary to brighter rising; decay is a process of advancement; death is the condition of higher and more fruitful life.

I thought about moving south, about continuing to run, continuing to pretend I was alive. But it was, I knew now, much too late for that. There are doors, after all, between the living and the dead, and they swing in both directions.

We'll need to make a litter to carry him," said Osha. "No use," said Luwin. "I'm dying, woman." "You can't," said Rickon angrily. "No you can't." Beside him, Shaggydog bared his teeth and growled. The maester smiled. "Hush now, child, I'm much older than you. I can . . . die as I please.

Why children?' he asked. 'Why always children? For love to end where it begins is far more beautiful, and Nature knows it.

Death is simply a shedding of the physical body, like the butterfly coming out of a cocoon. . . . It's like putting away your winter coat when spring comes.

The tomb is not a blind alley: it is a thoroughfare. It closes on the twilight. It opens on the dawn.