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CS Lewis on his wife dying:

Is anything more certain than that in all those vast times and spaces, if I were allowed to search them, I should nowhere find her face, her voice, her touch? She died. She is dead.
 
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Binx Bolling in Walker Percy's "The Moviegoer":

Three o'clock and suddenly awake amid the smell of dreams and of the years come back and peopled and blown away again like smoke. A young man am I, twenty-nine, but I am as full of dreams as an ancient. At night the years come back and perch around my bed like ghosts.
 
"Nothing is over! Nothing! You just don't turn it off! It wasn't my war! You asked me, I didn't ask you! And I did what I had to do to win! But somebody wouldn't let us win! And I come back to the world and I see all those maggots at the airport, protesting me, spitting. Calling me baby killer and all kinds of vile crap! Who are they to protest me, huh? Who are they? Unless they've been me and been there and know what the hell they're yelling about!"

I heard that and it made me cry a little
 
They are the Gold Star children, war’s innocent victims, and their pain shimmers across the years pure and undimmed. They pass through life with an empty room in their hearts where a father was supposed to live and laugh and love. All their lives they listen for the footstep that will never fall, and long to know what might have been.” –
"We Were Soldiers Once... and Young"
 
Perfection is just another form of Procrastination.
 
He fell in October 1918, on a day that was so quiet and still on the whole front, that the army report confined itself to the single sentence: All quiet on the Western Front. He had fallen forward and lay on the earth as though sleeping. Turning him over one saw that he could not have suffered long; his face had an expression of calm, as though almost glad the end had come

"All Quiet on the Western Front"
 
"A day without a dark cloud. Almost a happy day. There were three thousand six hundred and fifty-three days like that in his stretch....
The three extra days were for leap years."
 
When Terence McKenna was in his last days of battling brain cancer, he said, "I’ll try to be around and about. But if I’m not, then you know that I’m behind your eyelids, and I’ll meet you there."

That one still chokes me up, because the dude has had such a profound influence on my life. I definitely would have never become involved with mycology, which is my passion in life, if it weren't for McKenna.
 
"That little boy's gotta think: 'You got a pet. You got a responsibility.' If your dog is lost, you don't look for an hour then call it quits; you get your ass out there and you find that fucking dog!"
 
Last paragraph from The Road:

Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery
 
" A day without weed is like a day without sunshine "

The hulkster
 
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