“If love lives through all life; and survives through all sorrow; and remains steadfast with us through all changes; and in all darkness of spirit burns brightly; and, if we die, deplores us for ever, and loves still equally; and exists with the very last gasp and throb of the faithful bosom--whence it passes with the pure soul, beyond death; surely it shall be immortal!” IfsLoveStillsSoulLastsSpiritDiesDarknessSorrowPureAnd LoveRemainsFaithfulLove LifeImmortalBosomsSteadfastPure Soul Book:The Newcomes: Thackeray Collections Source: The Newcomes: Thackeray Collections
“There is darkness without and when I die there will be darkness within. There is no splendor, nor vastness anywhere; only triviality for a moment and then nothing.” MomentsDiesDarknessSplendorVastnessTrivialityDarkness Within Book:Autobiography Source: Autobiography
“Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time.” MenDiesLeftDarknessReturnVoidWithout A Trace Author:Leonid Andreyev
“Thousands of men breathe, move, and live; pass off the stage of life and are heard of no more. Why? They did not a particle of good in the world; and none were blest by them, none could point to them as the instrument of their redemption; not a line they wrote, not a word they spoke, could be recalled, and so they perished--their light went out in darkness, and they were not remembered more than the insects of yesterday. Will you thus live and die, O man immortal? Live for something.” MenWorldLightMovingDiesLinesDarknessHeardStageInstrumentsBreatheYesterdayRedemptionRememberedImmortalSpokesInsectsParticlesUsefulnessStages Of LifeGood In The World Author:Thomas Chalmers
“At last, in the gray dawn of Civilization the fire in the Soul dies down. The dwindling powers rise to one more, half-successful, effort of creation, and produce the Classicism that is common to all dying Cultures. The soul thinks once again, and in Romanticism looks back piteously to its childhood; then finally, weary, reluctant, cold, it loses its desire to be, and, as in Imperial Rome, wishes itself out of the overlong daylight and back in the darkness of protomysticism in the womb of the mother in the grave.” ThinkingLooksSoulLastsMotherDesireDiesCultureWishLosesCommonEffortHalfDarknessSuccessfulFireChildhoodDyingCreationProduceColdCivilizationGravesDawnGrayRomeWearyWombReluctantRomanticismDaylightClassicism Book:The decline of the West Source: The decline of the West