Work like you don’t need the money. Love like you’ve never been hurt. Dance like nobody’s watching.
You come of the Lord Adam and the Lady Eve,” said Aslan. “And that is both honour enough to erect the head of the poorest beggar, and shame enough to bow the shoulders of the greatest emperor on earth. Be content.
Nothing ever really goes away–it just changes into something else. Something beautiful.
Horror on earth is real and it is everyday. It is like a flower or like the sun; it cannot be contained.
Time crumbles things; everything grows old under the power of Time and is forgotten through the lapse of Time.
Not easy to state the change you made.If I’m alive now, I was dead,Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.
I’m going to die. And as if that weren’t bad enough, I’m going to die inside a cake.
What you know isn’t nearly as important as who you know. Who will miss you. Who you will miss.
CUSTOMER: Do you have this children’s book I’ve heard about? It’s supposed to be very good. It’s called Lionel Richie and the Wardrobe.
My love, do you recall the object which we saw,That fair, sweet, summer morn!At a turn in the path a foul carcassOn a gravel strewn bed,Its legs raised in the air, like a lustful woman,Burning and dripping with poisons,Displayed in a shameless, nonchalant wayIts belly, swollen with gases.- A Carcass
Most often you don’t own your own mind; you borrow it from society.
Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It’s only after you’ve lost everything that you’re free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.
The meta-reality is a net positive zone, albeit the mechanism occurs only out of sight because the mechanism, of course, is powered by negative energy. That consumption process makes it net-positive in every angle other than the angle of well, better check on the negativity to make sure it’s all there where it should be!
The main point of Mynt’s variable is plasticity and the rewiring of your mind as it begins to consider the idea of the multi-dimensional framework of your existence.
The fear of death never left me; I couldn’t get used to the thought; I would still sometimes shake and weep with terror. By contrast, the fact of existence here and now sometimes took on a glorious splendour.
Beloved, let us love one another, because love is from God; everyone one who loves is born of God and knows God. Whoever does not love does not know God, for God is love.
POZZO: I woke up one fine day as blind as Fortune. Sometimes I wonder if I’m not still asleep.VLADIMIR: And when was that?POZZO: I don’t know.VLADIMIR: But no later than yesterday—POZZO: Don’t question me! The blind have no notion of time . The things of time are hidden from them too.VLADIMIR: Well just fancy that! I could have sworn it was just the opposite.
Anybody can become angry – that is easy, but to be angry with the right person and to the right degree and at the right time and for the right purpose, and in the right way – that is not within everybody’s power and is not easy.
I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time. I’m afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.
Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.
Why would a living person worry about what happens after they die? I’ll just live freely for as long as possible.
You’ve never seen death? Look in the mirror every day and you will see it like bees working in a glass hive.
Everything is political. I will never be a politician or even think political. Me just deal with life and nature. That is the greatest thing to me.
There is a thin line that separates laughter and pain, comedy and tragedy, humor and hurt.
Everywhere I go I’m asked if I think the university stifles writers. My opinion is that they don’t stifle enough of them. There’s many a best-seller that could have been prevented by a good teacher.
You have to be very fond of men. Very, very fond. You have to be very fond of them to love them. Otherwise they’re simply unbearable.
The more mental effort he made the clearer he saw that it was undoubtedly so: that he had really forgotten and overlooked one little circumstance in life – that Death would come and end everything, so that it was useless to begin anything, and that there was no help for it, Yes it was terrible but true
I tried to force myself to enjoy every detail, every second of time. When I looked out at the beach, I imagined each grain of sand like a measure of time that I’d been allotted. I could either let them run through my hands or I could stop and pay attention.
The point of stories is not that they are objectively true, but that the soul of the story is truer than reality. Those who mock fiction do so because they fear the truth.
The long years had ground away all the hardness and fierceness in their personalities, until all that was left was a gentleness like that of water
The food was so good that with each passing course, our conversation devolved further into fragmented celebrations of its deliciousness:’I want this dragon carrot risotto to become a person so I can take it to Las Vegas and marry it.
Yes, I support the death penalty. It is an issue that cannot be fudged or hedged.
I am not absentminded. It is the presence of mind that makes me unaware of everything else.
Love doesn’t die with death. Love is like liquid; when it pours out, it seeps into others’ lives. Love changes form and shape. Love gets into everything. Death doesn’t conquer all; love does. Love wins every single time. Love wins by lasting through death. Love wins by loving more, loving again, loving without fear.
When a country is defeated, there remain only mountains and rivers, and on a ruined castle in spring only grasses thrive. I sat down on my hat and wept bitterly till I almost forgot time.A thicket of summer grassIs all that remainsOf the dreams and ambitionsOf ancient warriors.
Death is no enemy, but the foundation of gratitude, sympathy, and art. Of all life’s pleasures, only love owes no debt to death.
Hope in the beginning feels like such a violation of the loss, and yet without it we couldn’t survive.
Dead, we are revealed in our true dimensions, and they are surprisingly modest.
We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die.
Art-making is not about telling the truth but making the truth felt
The theory of space and time is a cultural artifact made possible by the invention of graph paper. If we had invented the digital computer before graph paper, we might have a very different theory of information today.
I’ll follow you, even to death—but I won’t live with you any more.
And often the worst thing wasn’t the victims–they were dead, after all, and beyond any more pain. The worst thing was those who loved them and survived them. Often the walking dead from now on, shell-shocked, hearts ruptured, stumbling through the remainder of their lives without anything left inside of them but blood and organs, impervious to pain, having learned nothing except that the worst things did, in fact, sometimes happen. (Mystic River)
They say you start weaving clearer, sharper memories after you’ve been to a place at least twice. Because then the reflection is more of validation. Let the rush come to you and let your senses be flushed the first time. There will be time for reflection after you’ve had your fill.
This gallery is not a space—it’s a conversation between souls across time.
This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only an organizing genius could produce a shortage of coal and fish at the same time.
In the middle of life, death comesto take your measurements. The visitis forgotten and life goes on. But the suitis being sewn on the sly.
Time is the friend of the wonderful company, the enemy of the mediocre.
I did not vote for Donald Trump and I do not support him but I believe that Trump is the best thing to happen to this country in a long time. He’s bringing out the country’s ugliness. There’s no turning a blind eye anymore.
She who reconciles the ill-matched threads
Of her life, and weaves them gratefully
Into a single cloth –
It’s she who drives the loudmouths from the hall
And clears it for a different celebration.
If words had weight, a single sentence from Death would have anchored a ship.
I’ll be famous one day, but for now I’m stuck in middle school with a bunch of morons. – Greg Heffley,
For beautiful eyes, look for the good in others; for beautiful lips, speak only words of kindness; and for poise, walk with the knowledge that you are never alone.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live –moreover, the only one.
The fish is my friend too… I have never seen or heard of such a fish. But I must kill him. I am glad we do not have to try to kill the stars. Imagine if each day a man must try to kill the moon, he thought. The moon runs away. But imagine if a man each day should have to try to kill the sun? We were born lucky; he thought
Time present and time pastAre both perhaps present in time futureAnd time future contained in time past.If all time is eternally presentAll time is unredeemable.What might have been is an abstractionRemaining a perpetual possibilityOnly in a world of speculation.What might have been and what has beenPoint to one end, which is always present.