life's continuity Quotes

The generation of mankind is like the generation of leaves. The wind scatters the leaves on the ground, but the living tree burgeons with leaves again in the spring.

There was, really, nothing you could use as a blueprint for your life, except your past. There was no starting over. There was only picking up the pieces someone had left behind.

Theoretically, we know that the world turns, but in fact we do not notice it, the earth on which we walk does not seem to move andwe live on in peace. This is how it is concerning Time in our lives. And to render its passing perceptible, novelists must... have their readers cross ten, twenty, thirty years in two minutes.

Things in life have no real beginning, though our stories about them always do.

In Orphan Train, Christina Baker Kline seamlessly knits together the past and present of two women, one young and one old. Kline reminds us that we never really lose anyone or anything or – perhaps most importantly – ourselves.

He is the happiest man who can see the connection between the end and the beginning of life.

Oh if life were made of moments Even now and then a bad one--! But if life were only moments, Then you'd never know you had one.

Now at last I have come to see what life is, Nothing is ever ended, everything only begun, And the brave victories that seem so splendid Are never really won.

Even when I'm happy and successful, life still goes on.

My life is not this steeply sloping hour, in which you see me hurrying. Much stands behind me; I stand before it like a tree; I am only one of my many mouths, and at that, the one that will be still the soonest. I am the rest between two notes, which are somehow always in discord because Death’s note wants to climb over— but in the dark interval, reconciled, they stay there trembling. And the song goes on, beautiful.

Things change. And friends leave. Life doesn't stop for anybody.

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man.

Sure thou did'st nourish once! and many springs, Many bright mornings, much dew, many showers, Passed o'er thy head; many light hearts and wings, Which now are dead, lodg'd in thy living bowers. And still a new succession sings and flies; Fresh groves grow up, and their green branches shoot Towards the old and still-enduring skies; While the low violet thrives at their root.

People say life begins at conception, I say life began about a billion years ago and it's a continuous process.

So our human life but dies down to its root, and still puts forth its green blade to eternity.

I wept to think that life went on even when so much had been lost, that rain still fell and myrtle grew between the rocks.

Because life goes on, L. The birds do their thing, and the bees do theirs. Seeds get scattered, and everything grows back.

The gesture with which one generation guards the next is the movement, and the only time we see it clearly, of life itself.