“I think Willa Cather did a short story called "Paul's Case," and in it, when he finally commits suicide, it says, "He surrendered to the black design of things." And that's what I anticipate death will be: a totally unconscious void in which you float through eternity with no particular consciousness of anything. I think once around is enough. I don't want to start it all over again.” ThinkingWantEnoughStoriesBlackConsciousnessCasesDesignParticularEternitySuicideCommitUnconsciousShort StoryVoidFloatsAnticipate Author:Rod Serling
“From the window, above the clatter of pots and the slamming of cabinets, Francis was singing, as though it was the happiest song in the world: 'We are the little black sheep who have gone astray . . . Baa baa baa . . . Gentlemen songsters off on a spree . . . Doomed from here to eternity . . .” WorldLittlesSongBlackGoneSingingWindowEternityGentlemanPotSheepDoomedCabinetsBlack Sheep Author:Donna Tartt
“In the presence of real tragedy you feel neither pain nor joy nor hatred, only a sense of enormous space and time suspended, the great doors open to black eternity, the rising across the terrible field of that last enormous, unanswerable question.” FeelsRealPainLastsJoyBlackSpaceDoorsFieldsTerribleHatredEternityTragedyEnormousRisingTime And SpaceSuspended Author:Mervyn Peake
“Time,- that black and narrow isthmus between two eternities.” TwoTimeBlackEternityTime Management Author:Charles Caleb Colton
“How does the light of a star set out and plunge into black eternity in its immortal course? The star dies, but the light never dies; such also is the cry of freedom.” DoeLightDiesCoursesStarsBlackFreedomCryEternityImmortalPlunge Book:Saviors of God Source: Saviors of God
“We're poor little lambs who've lost our way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're little black sheep who've gone astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers out on the spree, Damned from here to Eternity, God ha' mercy on such as we, Baa! Yah! Bah!” WayLittlesLostBlackPoorGoneLosingMercyEternityGentlemanSheepLambsBlack Sheep Author:Rudyard Kipling
“We are the mirror, as well as the face in it. We are tasting the taste of eternity this minute. We are pain and what cures pain. We are the sweet cold water and the jar that pours. Soul of the world, no life, nor world remain, no beautiful women and men longing. Only this ancient love circling the holy black stone of nothing. Where the lover is the loved, the horizon and everything within it.” MenWorldWellsSoulPainBeautifulFacesBlackWaterMinutesSweetColdLoversHolyTasteMen And WomenStonesEternityMirrorsLongingAncientCuresHorizonBeautiful WomenJarsTastingCold Water Author:Rumi