The brook will nonetheless teach you to speak, in spite of sorrows and memories. — Gaston Bachelard, Earth and Reveries of Will: An Essay on the Imagination of Matter. (Dallas Inst Humanities & Culture, September 1, 2002) Originally published 1948.
Every year without knowing it I have passed the day When the last fires will wave to me And the silence will set out Tireless traveler Like the beam of a lightless star — W.S. Merwin, from “For the Anniversary of My Death,” The Second Four Books of Poems (Copper Canyon Press, 1993)
Everything you do closes a door somewhere ahead of you. And finally there is only one door left. — Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited (Vintage, 2006)