Of course I fear the past, and for good reason. The Past, unlike everything else in our experience, has already proven it can happen.
We love ourselves notwithstanding our faults, and we ought to love our friends in like manner.
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The point of modernity is to live a life without illusions while not becoming disillusioned
Everyone’s time is limited. What matters most is to focus on what matters most.
If he was not exactly a Spartan, he was, you might say, spartanatical. Things happened to you; they were good,or they were bad – and that was the truth about everything.
What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.
I have lived eighty years of life and know nothing for it, but to be resigned and tell myself that flies are born to be eaten by spiders and man to be devoured by sorrow.
Life is just one long day separated into sections by sleep. Life never stops happening until you are dead. So whatever happens-love, grief, hate, shame- never disappears. It just gets easier to live with. It just scabs over, waiting for something else significant to happen.
The greatest glory in living lies not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.
Hatred does not cease by hatred, but only by love; this is the eternal rule.
You can’t give her that!’ she screamed. ‘It’s not safe!’IT’S A SWORD, said the Hogfather. THEY’RE NOT MEANT TO BE SAFE.’She’s a child!’ shouted Crumley.IT’S EDUCATIONAL.’What if she cuts herself?’THAT WILL BE AN IMPORTANT LESSON.
Me with nothing left to lose, plotting my big revenge in the spotlight. Give me violent revenge fantasies as a coping mechanism.
I’m the one that’s got to die when it’s time for me to die, so let me live my life the way I want to.
CONJUGATE THIS:I cut class, you cut class, he, she, it cuts class. We cut class, they cut class. We all cut class. I cannot say this in Spanish because I did not go to Spanish today. Gracias a dios. Hasta luego.
Life’s philosophy, hm… I just say, ‘Do what you do and have fun doing it and try not to be too miserable.’
I decided I can’t pay a person to rewind time, so I may as well get over it.
You may work for someone and give your time, but the expertise, growth, and wisdom you gain are yours alone.
Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
Playing God is actually the highest expression of human nature. The urges to improve ourselves, to master our environment, and to set our children on the best path possible have been the fundamental driving forces of all of human history. Without these urges to ‘play God’, the world as we know it wouldn’t exist today.
Only a true best friend can protect you from your immortal enemies.
Man, consider first what the matter is (which you propose to do), then your own nature also, what it is able to bear. If you are a wrestler, look at your shoulders, your thighs, your loins: for different men are naturally formed for different things.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Having made the decision to love, had I chosen life instead of death?
Philosophy lives in words, but truth and fact well up into our lives in ways that exceed verbal formulation.
My mother always gives the best advice. When I left Puerto Rico to pursue my dreams, she always supported me and said to me, ‘I’m never going to cut your wings, so don’t let anyone else do that to you.’ That has been my philosophy through life. I want to share that valuable lesson with my little girl someday.
It’s not easy losing someone, she said. It never goes away, does it? The Phantom Pain, they call it, I said. Like amputees get when they can still feel their missing limbs.
One Choice
One Choice, decided your friends.
One Choice, defines your beliefs.
One Choice, determines your loyalties – Forever.
ONCE CHOICE CAN TRANSFORM YOU
Remember, remember, this is now, and now, and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I want to become acutely aware of all I’ve taken for granted.
If I make a million a month, my time is worth 33,000 a day. If I pay someone else 1,500 a day to scarifice their time instead. I’m getting a bargain!
My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn’t there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it’s gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it’s crap.
If there’s any guy crazy enough to attack me, I’m going to show him the end of the world — close up. I’m going to let him see the kingdom come with his own eyes. I’m going to send him straight to the southern hemisphere and let the ashes of death rain all over him and the kangaroos and the wallabies.
The world is not comprehensible, but it is embraceable: through the embracing of one of its beings.
I’m in a band. I don’t go to church every Sunday. I love punk rock music. Sometimes I use swear words a lot. I respect and admire gay men and women. I’m obsessed with horror films. I know what shame feels like. And guess what old man? Jesus is still my Savior.
Do not worry about your difficulties in Mathematics. I can assure you mine are still greater.
You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word. It is victory, victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.
What especially moved him was the corpse of a child of twelve or thirteen. He felt something like envy as he looked at it, recalling such expression as “Those whom the gods love die young.” Both his sister and his half-brother had lost their houses to fire. His sister’s husband, though, was on a suspended sentence for perjury.Too bad we didn’t all die.
Dear as remembered kisses after death,And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feign’dOn lips that are for others; deep as love,Deep as first love, and wild with all regret;O Death in Life, the days that are no more!
You become mature when you become the authority of your own life.
At first, I thought that reluctance to relinquish the past was a refusal to acknowledge the passing of time. Now I understand it more as a symbol of temporality and a reminder that there are layers of lived experience criss-crossing the surfaces of our lives, invisible to us. There is room for everything here. There are traces of the past in the present and there is space for the future, too.
It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.
I think of death only with tranquility, as an end. I refuse to let death hamper life. Death must enter life only to define it.
The secret of happiness is love and secret of love is nonjudgmental care.
I could picture how Caprice was before we lost her. Dark hair, beautiful smile, intelligent hazel eyes, quick wit.Now gone.Just gone.Like a chessboard where suddenly one of the knights disappeared. A blank spot on the board of life that could never truly be replaced because no two things were alike, no two beings alike.
It was sad leaving ‘All Saints’ because I was leaving a family that had nurtured me and looked after me for a couple of years, and at the same time that particular storyline wasn’t a surprise to me. I knew I was going. It had been worked out very carefully over many months.
Time is the empty space that allows knowledge—let alone wisdom—to grow.
Fear not death for the sooner we die, the longer we shall be immortal.
I half closed my eyes and imagined this was the spot where everything I’d ever lost since my childhood had washed up, and I was now standing here in front of it, and if I waited long enough, a tiny figure would appear on the horizon across the field and gradually get larger until I’d see it was Tommy, and he’d wave, and maybe even call.
I’m so proud of you I could burst, but in the interest of saving the poor cleaning staff the hassle, I would, instead, like to take you to our room and lick you from stem to stern until you beg me to stop.
Time and death: It’s the ultimate vision of an artist at the end of everything. It’s just what’s there. It was not something I planned to do.
I was not, I was, I am not, I care not. (Non fui, fui, non sum, non curo)
We have once again succeeded in destroying what we could not create.
The reality you want is not located in the future. It’s located in a different mode of thinking.