The philosophers write about things as they are and as they appear to be, but as an artist I find that appearance is everything.
Suffering, failure, loneliness, sorrow, discouragement, and death will be part of your journey, but the Kingdom of God will conquer all these horrors. No evil can resist grace forever.
I am not made for politics because I am incapable of wanting or accepting the death of the adversary.
It’s harder to pick and choose when you’re dead. It’s like a photograph, you know. It doesn’t matter as much.
Time listens patiently to the drones and demands of destiny’s desire
No, thanks, said Harry. The toilet’s never had anything as horrible as your head down it— it might be sick. Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he’d said.
We think of mortality so little these days…I thought of the stern Victorian determination to keep death in mind, the uncompromising tombstones.Remember, pilgrim, as you pass by,As you are now so once was I:As I am so will you be…
We are all dying one by one. We all smell of mortality, and we can’t wash it off.
He had no conscious knowledge of death, but like every animal of the Wild, he possessed the instinct of death. To him it stood as the greatest of hurts. It was the very essence of the unknown; it was the sum of the terrors of the unknown, the one culminating and unthinkable catastrophe that could happen to him, about which he knew nothing and about which he feared everything.
Let children read whatever they want and then talk about it with them. If parents and kids can talk together, we won’t have as much censorship because we won’t have as much fear.
I do believe in love; it’s wonderful – especially love third time around, it’s even more precious; it’s kind of amazing.
O Earth, lie heavily upon her eyes;Seal her sweet eyes weary of watching Earth;Lie close around her; leave no room for mirthWith its harsh laughter, nor for sound of sighs.She hath no questions, she hath no replies.
When the body escaped mutilation, seldom did the heart go to the grave unscarred.
Life is a great puzzle that is woven into the pieces of time. The more we live the more apparent it gets, and it makes more sense
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
The true New Yorker secretly believes that people living anywhere else have to be, in some sense, kidding.
My name is Celaena Sardothien,” she whispered, “and I will not be afraid.
The trouble with fiction,” said John Rivers, “is that it makes too much sense. Reality never makes sense.
Lying in bed, the day begins to unfold, and a quiet unease lingers… Will there be enough hours to bring everything waiting in the mind to life?
Since you cannot do good to all, you are to pay special attention to those who, by the accidents of time, or place, or circumstances, are brought into closer connection with you.
The future hasn’t come. And when it arrives, it will be the present. Think about that next time you’re late.
Around the age of 14, I was very discouraged from a coach. It was my first youth club team while playing soccer. She told me at the time that I wasn’t good enough to play on the team, that I would never get into the game.
I had jumped off the edge, and then, at the very last moment, something reached out and caught me in midair. That something is what I define as love. It is the one thing that can stop a man from falling, powerful enough to negate the laws of gravity.
One ought to hold on to one’s heart; for if one lets it go, one soon loses control of the head too.
All love shifts and changes. I don’t know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
I think it’s important to reason from first principles rather than by analogy. The normal way we conduct our lives is we reason by analogy. [With analogy] we are doing this because it’s like something else that was done, or it is like what other people are doing. [With first principles] you boil things down to the most fundamental truths…and then reason up from there.
They loved each other, not driven by necessity, by the “blaze of passion” often falsely ascribed to love. They loved each other because everything around them willed it, the trees and the clouds and the sky over their heads and the earth under their feet.
Maybe that’s just how it feels right now and she’ll be able to look back on this time with some kind of detached fondness someday. That even this keen sense of missing him will be something she grows to appreciate.
Everyone thought that things were getting back to normal. They had no idea that normal didn’t exist for me any more. Normal had been smashed on the rocks beneath the bridge.
I love Jere more than anybody. He’s my brother, my family. I hate myself for doing this. But when I see you two together, I hate him too.” His voice broke.
“Don’t marry him. Don’t be with him. Be with me.
You might as well answer the door, my child,
the truth is furiously knocking.
Tasers are a one-size-fits-all paranormal butt-kicking option. Mine’s pink withrhinestones.
Time is a beautiful thing. It’s like when you meet an old lover on the street six years later and they don’t look so ugly anymore.
People do not die for us immediately, but remain bathed in a sort of aura of life which bears no relation to true immortality but through which they continue to occupy our thoughts in the same way as when they were alive. It is as though they were traveling abroad.
God, send me anywhere, only go with me. Lay any burden on me, only sustain me. And sever any tie in my heart except the tie that binds my heart to Yours.
Whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword obviously never encountered automatic weapons.
There is no antidote against the opium of time, which temporally considereth all things: our fathers find their graves in our short memories, and sadly tell us how we may be buried in our survivors. Gravestones tell truth scarce forty years. Generations pass while some trees stand, and old families last not three oaks.
My religion is nature. That’s what arouses those feelings of wonder and mysticism and gratitude in me.
There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening, that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique.
I hug him tightly. “I can’t imagine my life without you, Christian. I love you so much it frightens me.” “Me, too,” he breathes. “My life would be empty without you. I love you so much.
There are ships sailing to many ports, but not a single one goes where life is not painful.
I never wanted to go away, and the hard part now is the leaving you all. I’m not afraid, but it seems as if I should be homesick for you even in heaven.
You didn’t kill him. He would have killed you, but you didn’t kill him.So? He was stupid. If I killed everyone who was stupid, I wouldn’t have time to sleep.
It is easy to hate and it is difficult to love. This is how the whole scheme of things works. All good things are difficult to achieve; and bad things are very easy to get.
I have learned, that the person I have to ask for forgiveness from the most is: myself. You must love yourself. You have to forgive yourself, everyday, whenever you remember a shortcoming, a flaw, you have to tell yourself “That’s just fine”. You have to forgive yourself so much, until you don’t even see those things anymore. Because that’s what love is like.
It is one of the sternest judgments confronting a human being after death that insofar as he is himself evil, he can see only what resembles himself because he can reproduce in his own being only the physiognomy of other evil people.
There is no king that won’t face a mortal death the same as a slave. So kings and slaves alike should make the most of life and love everyone as selflessly as possible, because tomorrow is another day, and kings can fall, becoming slaves, and slaves can be promoted to become kings.
Mistakes are a fact of life. It is the response to the error that counts.
Grace doesn’t depend on suffering to exist, but where there is suffering you will find grace in many facets and colors.
Our goal in life is to bring the Kingdom of God to people and help change their lives
There is a time for work, and a time for love. That leaves no other time.
The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun.
Reality depresses me. I need to find fantasy worlds and escape in them.
You never know ahead of time what something’s really going to be like.
Push yourself to do more and to experience more. Harness your energy to start expanding your dreams. Yes, expand your dreams. Don’t accept a life of mediocrity when you hold such infinite potential within the fortress of your mind. Dare to tap into your greatness.
Lieb Liebchen, leg ‘s Händchen aufs Herze mein; -Ach, hörst du, wie’s pochet im Kämmerlein,Da hauset ein Zimmermann schlimm und arg,Der zimmert mir einen Totensarg.Es hämmert und klopfet bei Tag und bei Nacht;Es hat mich schon längst um den Schlaf gebracht.Ach! sputet Euch, Meister Zimmermann,Damit ich balde schlafen kann.
To say the Internet is the death of books and movies is like saying someone invented a new, more efficient kind of cup and it heralds the death of coffee – a new improved form of carrying something, which is essentially what the Internet is, should be helpful to our business.