Books are not life, only its ashes.
Meditation upon death does not teach one how to die; it does not make the departure more easy, but ease is not what I seek. Beloved boy, so willful and brooding, your sacrifice will have enriched not my life but my death. ... Centuries as yet unborn within the dark womb of time would pass by thousands over that tomb without restoring life to him, but likewise without adding to his death, and without changing the fact that he had been.
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Meditation on death brings clarity, not necessarily comfort, about mortality and loss.
In this quote, Yourcenar reflects on the nature of death and the emotional complexity surrounding loss. The speaker suggests that contemplating death does not offer an easier way to face it, but rather deepens the understanding of life and the inevitable finality of death. The mention of a beloved boy hints at the profound impact of grief, indicating that while time may pass, the essence of those lost remains unchanged, and the sacrifice of loss enriches the experiencer's perception of death itself.
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In a eulogy, one might say, 'As Marguerite Yourcenar reminds us, meditation upon death invites deeper reflection on our lives and losses.'
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Passion such as hers is all consent, asking little in return. I had merely to enter a room where she was to see her face take on that peaceful expression of one who is resting in bed. If I touched her, I had the impression that all the blood in her veins was turning to honey.
The founding of libraries was like constructing more public granaries, amassing reserves against a spiritual winter which by certain signs, in spite of myself, I see ahead.
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