Love, in the sense of spontaneous, unreflective action, spells the death of the old man.
Dietrich BonhoefferMan no longer lives in the beginning--he has lost the beginning. Now he finds he is in the middle, knowing neither the end nor the beginning, and yet knowing that he is in the middle, coming from the beginning and going towards the end. He sees that his life is determined by these two facets, of which he knows only that he does not know them
Dietrich Bonhoeffertime is the most valuable thing that we have, because it is the most irrevocable.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer