Rule of life. If you bother to ask someone’s advice, then bother to listen to it.
Don’t let your luggage define your travels, each life unravels differently.
So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.
That is the challenge Companion. To take what has happened to you and learn from it. Nothing is quite so destructive as pity, especially self-pity. No event in life is so terrible that one cannot rise above it.
A man either lives life as it happens to him, meets it head-on and licks it, or he turns his back on it and starts to wither away.
You had a choice: you could either strain and look at things that appeared in front of you in the fog, painful as it might be, or you could relax and lose yourself
Man cries, his tears dry up and run out. So he becomes a devil, reduced to a monster.
You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. You squander time as if you drew from a full and abundant supply, though all the while that day which you bestow on some person or thing is perhaps your last.
Love changes things; hope allows us to endure until the change arrives.
If you don’t know what you want, you’ll never find it.
If you don’t know what you deserve, you’ll always settle for less.
You will wander aimlessly, uncomfortably numb in your comfort zone, wondering how life has ended up here.
Life starts now, live, love, laugh and let your light shine!
We feel that even if all possible scientific questions be answered, the problems of life have still not been touched at all.
Here was peace. She pulled in her horizon like a great fish-net. Pulled it from around the waist of the world and draped it over her shoulder. So much of life in its meshes! She called in her soul to come and see.
Even if no salvation should come, I want to be worthy of it at every moment.
It’s life. You don’t figure it out. You just climb up on the beast and ride.
After a long, labored sigh, I said, “She was really happy when I got there. I’m pretty sure she was suicidal when I left.”
“You do have that effect on people.
So, this is how it’s become? This is how I’ve become? A walking contradiction? I’m surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it’s like I don’t know what to do with it, I don’t know how to be a normal person anymore.
What do you say when you feel your life is taken right from your chest, even though I miraculously find myself still breathing?
What can a soldier do when mercy is treason, and he is alone in it?
[…] just remember, the storm doesn’t last forever. It can scare you; it can shake you to your core. But it never lasts. The rain subsides, the thunder dies, and the winds calm to a soft whisper. And that moment after the storm clouds pass, when all is silent and still, you find peace. Quiet, gentle peace.
Timid men prefer the calm of despotism to the tempestuous sea of Liberty.
You just have to go after what you want and if it doesn’t want you back then so be it; it doesn’t deserve you anyways.
No matter what happened yesterday it is insignificant when compared to what lies within the core of your being today.
Oh, for the years I have not lived, but only dreamed of living.
It had always seemed to him a very plush kind of problem, a privilege, really, to consider whether life was meaningful or not.
All the stuff you can’t wait to get away from, until it’s not there anymore, and then you miss it like crazy.
They say that not matter how old you become, when you are with your siblings, you revert back to childhood.
When we’re together, I feel like the sun just came out on a cloudy day.
Oh, earth, you’re too wonderful for anybody to realize you. Do any human beings ever realize life while they live it — every, every minute?
The world needs poetry now more than ever. It’s the only thing that can keep music from copying itself and sounding the same.
The light at the end of the tunnel is just the light of an oncoming train.
Grief is a cruel kind of education. You learn how ungentle mourning can be, how full of anger. You learn how glib condolences can feel. You learn how much grief is about language, the failure of language and the grasping for language
There are times I wish I were invisible. Which is silly, since I do everything I can to stand out.
I don’t expect life to make sense,” he said after a few moments, “but it could certainly be pleasant if it would stop kicking us in the balls.
Vital lives are about action. You can’t feel warmth unless you create it, can’t feel delight until you play, can’t know serendipity unless you risk.
It’s a good idea always to do something relaxing prior to making an important decision in your life.
There is a certain right by which we many deprive a man of life, but none by which we may deprive him of death; this is mere cruelty.
You didn’t just cheat on me; you cheated on us. You didn’t just break my heart; you broke our future.
A person’s rightful due is to be treated as an object of love, not as an object for use.
Shock is a merciful condition. It allows you to get through disaster with a necessary distance between you and your feelings.
The main facts in human life are five: birth, food, sleep, love and death.
To live greatly, we must develop the capacity to face trouble with courage, disappointment with cheerfulness, and triumph with humility.
It is always better
to avenge dear ones than to indulge in mourning.
For every one of us, living in this world
means waiting for our end. Let whoever can
win glory before death. When a warrior is gone,
that will be his best and only bulwark.
Leef hard en goed en schoon en wild. Kijk goed, voel beter. Wees niet bang. Kies voor wat u blij maakt, wat het ook moge zijn. Durf proberen wat te lastig lijkt. Leg de lat hoog genoeg. Koester en laat u koesteren. Geef anderen wat ze verdienen, en uzelf minstens ook. Blijf hopen, willen, dromen, wensen.
Life must not be a novel that is given to us, but one that is made by us.
So we forgive each other?” The crooked smile climbs up one more time. “Again?”
And I look right into his eyes, right into him as far as I can see, because I want him to hear me, I want him to hear me with everything I mean and feel and say.
“Always,” I say to him. “Every time.
I regard the afterlife to be a fairy story for people that are afraid of the dark
You can play it safe, and I wouldn’t blame you for it. You can continue as you’ve been doing, and you’ll survive, but is that what you want? Is that enough?
Time is a great teacher, but unfortunately it kills all its students.”
[Letter, November 1856]
No matter how strong you are, no matter how smart you are or tough you can be, the world will find a way to break you. And when it does, the only thing you can do is hold on.
Guilt reminds me of a stray cat. You chase it away and yet, it comes back when you least expect it. If you let yourself feel pity for it and feed the thing, it parks its ugly, puny, lonely-for-attention butt on your doormat and won’t go away. Scat kitty cat, scat. I don’t need you sitting around here like that.
Life has become the future. Every moment of your life is lived for the future.
We are on strike, we, the men of the mind.
We are on strike against self-immolation. We are on strike against the creed of unearned rewards and unrewarded duties. We are on strike against the dogma that the pursuit of one’s happiness is evil. We are on strike against the doctrine that life is guilt.
I think when you become a parent you go from being a star in the movie of your own life to the supporting player in the movie of someone else’s.
Life is half delicious yogurt, half crap, and your job is to keep the plastic spoon in the yogurt.
Until we can receive with an open heart, we are never really giving with an open heart.
Fame you’ll be famous, as famous as can be, with everyone watching you win on TV, Except when they don’t because sometimes they won’t..
I feel like a big faker because I’ve been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.