Clarence Day Quotes

The egg it is the source of all To everyone's ancestral hall.

To acknowledge the beginnings of people is a beautiful thing.

From death's perspective, there are no differences between people; there are no presidents or flight attendants, no faiths or nations. There is just the person, always dear.

For we are all sprung from earth and water

Seed is not just the source of life. It is the very foundation of our being.

You came from a source.

We prove, we do not explain, our birth.

A sanctity hangs about the sources of our being, whether physical, social, or imaginary.

No two men are absolutely alike, not even twins, yet there is much that is indispensably common to all mankind.

We're all where we come from. We all have our roots.

It is difficult to think of an origin without wanting to go back beyond it.

Our life runs down in sending up the clock. The brook runs down in sending up our life. The sun runs down in sending up the brook. And there is something sending up the sun. It is this backward motion toward the source, Against the stream, that most we see ourselves in, The tribute of the current to the source. It is from this in nature we are from. It is most us.

How far, in any case, must one go back to find the beginning?

I've always felt that, no matter where you go, people are just people.

An unhatched egg is to me the greatest challenge in life.

We do not "come into" this world; we come out of it, as leaves from a tree.

All is born of water; all is sustained by water.

There's a theory, one I find persuasive, that the quest for knowledge is, at bottom, the search for the answer to the question: Where was I before I was born. In the beginning was what? Perhaps, in the beginning, there was a curious room, a room like this one, crammed with wonders; and now the room and all it contains are forbidden you, although it was made just for you, had been prepared for you since time began, and you will spend all your life trying to remember it.

If you try to find your source, you are not going to find it in a tiny little particle that began with your parents commingling.

I go back to where I came from, to where I was before I was born, that’s all.

You can't hate the roots of a tree and not hate the tree.

Where did you come from, baby dear? Out of the everywhere and into here.

You can't no more teach what you ain't learned than you can come from where you ain't been.

Everybody comes from somewhere.

No one comes from the earth like grass. We come like trees. We all have roots.