[insert your life here]

So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Shakespeare, Sonnet 18

Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve,
And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
As dreams are made on, and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep.
Shakespeare, The Tempest: IV,i,148-158

"And either way there is a devouring... many different things are said... many sacred stories... many great mysteries. Some say the loving and the devouring are all the same thing."
CS Lewis, Till We Have Faces

"'Would you like to be Redival? What? No? Then she's pitiable, If I am allowed to give my jewels as I please, you must keep all the things that you and I have really loved.'"
ibid.

"'You don't think any mortal life seems a long thing to me tonight? And how would it be better if I had lived? I suppose I should have been given to some king in the end---perhaps such another as our father. And there you can see again how little difference there is between dying and being married. To leave your home---to lose you, Maia, and the Fox---to lose one's maidenhead---to bear a child---they are all deaths.'"
ibid