Sprawled out on the front lawn Looking up at an ordinary sky It could fall on me and somehow be The day I didn’t die
No man is crushed by misfortune unless he has first been deceived by prosperity
When he said to give him the sword, I don’t think he meant for you to stick it in his guts.
A tree is known by its fruit; a man by his deeds. A good deed is never lost; he who sows courtesy reaps friendship, and he who plants kindness gathers love.
People are spending way too much time thinking about climate change, way too little thinking about AI.
Violence is spiritual junk food, and boredom is spiritual anorexia.
For some folks death is release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I’m there for all of them.
Weeping is not the same thing as crying. It takes your whole body to weep, and when it’s over, you feel like you don’t have any bones left to hold you up.
To all appearances he was just drifting. In actuality he was just drifting.
In the early morning on the lake sitting in the stern of the boat with his father rowing, he felt quite sure that he would never die.
Thinking is not a slow process; and when it is earnest the time can pass quickly.
Death is the great equalizer of human beings. Death is the boundary that we need to measure the precious texture of our lives. All people owe a death. There is no use vexing about inevitable degeneration and death because far greater people than me succumbed to death’s endless sleep without living as many years as me.
Life is not to be taken seriously, as we are really temporary here. We are like a pre-paid card with limited validity. If we are lucky, we may last another 50 years. And 50 years is just 2,500 weekends. Do we really need to get so worked up? It’s ok, bunk a few classes, goof up a few interviews, fall in love. We are people, not programmed devices.
Tolerating organized crime promotes the cheap philosophy that everything is a racket. It promotes cynicism among adults. It contributes to the confusion of the young and to the increase of juvenile delinquency.
For any given problem, if there’s a simple solution it will already have been applied. So, perhaps, the solution isn’t as simple as you think.
Of Equality–as if it harm’d me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself–as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.
It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
There are moments of despair that come sometimes, when night sets in and a white fog presses against the windows. Then our house changes its shape, rears up and becomes a place of despair. Then fear and rage run simply–and the thought of Death as a friend. This is the simplest of thoughts, that Death must come when we call, although he is a god.
We will die here and trust the meaning of our lives to the next generation.. That is the sole way we can rebel against this cruel world !
The Encyclopedia–the advance artillery of reason, the armada of philosophy, the siege engine of the enlightenment…
One time, two years ago, I took a draught of morphia, meaning to end my life. My mother found me before the life was ended, the doctor drew the poison from my stomach with a syringe, and when I woke, it was to the sound of my own weeping. For I had hoped to open my eyes on Heaven, where my father was; and they had only pulled me back to Hell.
Everything here is edible; even I’m edible. But that, dear children, is cannibalism, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand and eternity in an hour.
We’re standing here, beat to shit, walking away from a crime scene where either or both of us could have bought it, and you’re asking me to marry you?Perfect timing.
But she feared time itself… the dwindling of life; how year by year her share was sliced; how, little the margin that remained was capable any longer of stretching, of absorbing, as in the youthful years, the colours, salts, tones of existence, so that she filled the room she entered, and felt often as she stood hesitating one moment on the threshold of her drawing-room, an exquisite suspense, such as might stay a diver before plunging while the sea darkens and brightens beneath him, and the waves which threaten to break, but only gently split their surface, roll and conceal and encrust as they just turn over the weeds with pearl.
Because each of you has his or her own death, you carry it with you in a secret place from the moment you’re born, it belongs to you and you belong to it.
That’s the point, isn’t it? We have to live on, no matter how hard it gets. We’ll win in the end.
We have just enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.
If you’re afraid of everyone leaving you, what do you do?”
Make them stay.”
And if you can’t do that, or don’t know how to?”
Ellie shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Yes, you do. In fact, you’ve done it. You leave first,” Coop said, “so you don’t have to watch them walk away.
Nearly everything I know about love, I’ve learnt from my long-term friendships with women.
The past is marble. It’s unmovable, and the you from then is no more than a statue—a likeness of you that looks like you but is not you.
I’ve heard that hard work never killed anyone, but I say why take the chance?
Live, die, something else lives. The very soil humanity walks upon is built up from death. Digging into a flowerbed means digging into bones.
Again the ranch is on the market and they’ve shipped out the last of the horses, paid everybody off the day before, the owner saying, ‘Give them to the real estate shark, I’m out a here,” dropping the keys in Ennis’s hand. He might have to stay with his married daughter until he picks up another job, yet he is suffused with a sense of pleasure because Jack Twist was in his dream.
But the place is rank with Time—why shouldn’t I wish to scrape away the strata?
…even a tiny bit of deceit is dishonorable when it’s used for selfish or cowardly reasons.
– Mr. Penderwick
Oh, dear God and baby Jesus in the manger, my eyes!” Dee shrieked. “My eyes!
Art is unquestionably one of the purest and highest elements in human happiness. It trains the mind through the eye, and the eye through the mind. As the sun colors flowers, so does art color life.
I never smoke to excess – that is, I smoke in moderation, only one cigar at a time.
We join spokes together in a wheel, but it is the center hole that makes the wagon move.We shape clay into a pot, but it is the emptiness insidethat holds whatever we want.We hammer wood for a house, but it is the inner spacethat makes it livable.We work with being, but non-being is what we use.
I kept thinking how they were all names of dead people, and how names are basically the only thing dead people keep.
Man, he said, I’m not afraid of graveyards. The dead are just, you know, people who wanted the same things you and I want.What do we want? I asked blurrily.Aw, man, you know, he said. We just want, well, the same things these people wanted.What was that?He shrugged. To live, I guess, he said.
I would not have you descend into your own dream. I would have you be a conscious citizen of this terrible and beautiful world.
Like distant music these words that he had written years before were borne towards him from the past.
Everybody know death is inevitably coming, but it never fails to catch everybody by surprise everytime one is going
I have a genuine philosophy. I do not want to make negative pictures about people, and so I do everything I can to help make them feel comfortable in front of the camera. That is what is going to control your picture, because you are alone if your subject is not with you. And that’s the simple answer to getting a good picture.
If you treat people right they will treat you right… ninety percent of the time.
A friend is someone who knows where all your bodies are buried. Because they’re the ones who helped you put them there.And sometimes, if you’re really lucky, they help you dig them back up.
WIDOW. The word consumes itself, said Sylvia Plath, who consumed herself.
The part of life we really live is small.’ For all the rest of existence is not life, but merely time.
Learn from the past, set vivid, detailed goals for the future, and live in the only moment of time over which you have any control: now.
Most men fear getting laughed at or humiliated by a romantic prospect while most women fear rape and death.