She looked away. Her attitude seemed to suggest that she had finished with him, and would be obliged if somebody would come and sweep him up.
There is a terrible beauty to isolation. You don’t have to accept responsibility for others, or live up to their expectations. You could dip your toe into humanity’s maelstrom from time to time, or sit on the river bank and observe.
How long have you been with Raphael?”“You ask a lot of questions for a dead woman.”“What can I say? I prefer to die well-informed.
I know none of Time’s cardinal pillar on which it says forever just because eternity is not Time anymore.
I haven’t had that one great love, which is good. I don’t want that to be in the past, I want it to be in the future.
I’m going to paraphrase Thoreau here… rather than love, than money, than faith, than fame, than fairness… give me truth.
Awakened to the crow of a rooster almost old enough to retire to a cooking pot.
This feather stirs; she lives! if it be so, it is a chance which does redeem all sorrows that ever I have felt.
But I can hardly sit still. I keep fidgeting, crossing one leg and then the other. I feel like I could throw off sparks, or break a window–maybe rearrange all the furniture.
Time is the most precious of all resources. It cannot be stored or saved. It cannot be bought or sold. Each precious moment must be used to its fullest or its value is lost forever.
For you to be successful in your promised land, you must study the land
When all is said and done, the life of faith is nothing if not an unending struggle of the spirit with every available weapon against the flesh.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and melt into the sun?
I wish the night would end,I wish the day’d begin,I wish it would rain or snow,or the wind would blow,or the grass would grow,I wish I had yesterday,I wish there were games to play…
It’s difficult to see the glass ceiling because it’s made of glass. Virtually invisible. What we need is for more birds to fly above it and shit all over it, so we can see it properly.
Theology, philosophy, metaphysics, and quantum physics are merely ways for God to have his smart people believe in him
Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.
But really, anybody could die any day, whether you were ready or not. It could be your pet fish or your sister or you. Nothing is the same forever. Maybe all the people on Earth are God’s little pet fish. God lives such a long time that people’s lives probably seem really short to him. He watches them swim for a little while, and then they stop swimming.
Life is both sad and solemn. We are led into a wonderful world, we meet one another here, greet each other – and wander together for a brief moment. Then we lose each other and disappear as suddenly and unreasonably as we arrived.
Time should move,” Noni had told her. “Don’t go in for a life where time doesn’t pass, the way I did. That is the single best bit of advice I can give you.
Now what happens? asked the man in black. We face each other as God intended, Fezzik said. No tricks, no weapons, skill against skill alone.You mean you’ll put down your rock and I’ll put down my sword and we’ll try to kill each other like civilized people, is that it?
If it is true that by death we once more become what we were before being, would it not have been better to abide by that pure possibility, not to stir from it? What use was this detour, when we might have remained forever in an unrealized plenitude?
Yesterday is the firstborn of Today, Today is the lastborn of Tomorrow
Time is not possible without space. Everything beyond the “physical” world is either endless or eternal. Absolute void is endless and, therefore, nonexistent. Absolute void is space without space. In absolute space, every point is the same point. Absolute space is pointless and spaceless. A pointless point is out of space or place.
All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city’s monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea.
…the amount of time we’re each given is irrelevant, it is what we choose o do with every second that counts.
You push the TRUTH off a cliff, but it will always fly. You can submerge the TRUTH under water, but it will not drown. You can place the TRUTH in the fire, but it will survive. You can bury the TRUTH beneath the ground, but it will arise. TRUTH always prevails!
If you don’t know what’s worth spending your time, ask yourself, if you were to die in five years, what would you do?
Yesterday’s the past, tomorrow’s the future, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.
I just got out of the hospital. I was in a speed reading accident. I hit a book mark and flew across the room.
Enlightenment is man’s release from his self-incurred tutelage. Tutelage is man’s inability to make use of his understanding without direction from another. Self-incurred is this tutelage when its cause lies not in lack of reason but in lack of resolution and courage to use it without direction from another. Sapere aude! ‘Have courage to use your own reason!’- that is the motto of enlightenment.
None so deaf as those that will not hear. None so blind as those that will not see.
When I like people immensely I never tell their names to anyone. It is like surrendering a part of them. I have grown to love secrecy.
But if you have to go, then go. Go if it hurts. Go if it’s time. Just go knowing you were loved, that I will never forget you, that you will live in everything Connor and I do. Go knowing I love you purely, Harry, that you were an amazing father. Go knowing I told you all my secrets. Because you were my best friend.
I’ll have that someday, thought Peter. Someone who’ll kiss me good-bye at the door. Or maybe just someone to put a blindfold over my head before they shoot me. Depending on how things turn out.
I can’t seem to be a pessimist long enough to overlook the possibility of things being overwhelmingly good.
He experienced the singular pleasure of watching people he loved fall in love with other people he loved.
Yesterday was a closed book, tomorrow, however, was another story.
Yet even in the loneliness of the canyon I knew there were others like me who had brothers they did not understand but wanted to help. We are probably those referred to as our brother’s keepers, possessed of one of the oldest and possible one of the most futile and certainly one of the most haunting instincts. It will not let us go.
Agatha looked into the wolf’s eyes. I don’t want to die,for the first time, his sneer softened.I didn’t either.
I don ‘t know what the future holds, but what I know is that as long as I can enjoy life, anywhere is my stage.
He’s around the twist,’ said Azalea. ‘Breaking all the windows? He’s mad.’
‘Ah, no,’ said the King. ‘It’s only madness if you actually do it. If you want to break all the windows in the house and drown yourself in a bucket but don’t actually do it, well, that’s love.
If kids and teenagers can get into a band, it’s probably not because they think it’s brainy.
Pretend that every single person you meet has a sign around his or her neck that says, “Make me feel important.” Not only will you succeed in sales, you will succeed in life.
What is bad today will be good tomorrow,just as what is good today was absurd yesterday.The world changes, people evolve, time transforms,the future breaks with the past in a cyclical and constant dance,until everything is present again.
I’m gonna kill him, Eve said, or at least that was what it sounded like filtered through the pillow.Stake him right in the heart, shove garlic up his ass, and-and-And what? (Michael)When did you get home? Claire demanded.Apparently just in time to hear my funeral plans. I especially like the garlic up the ass. It’s…different.
People were excited by violence. What, after all, was the sexual act but a voluntarily endured assault, a momentary death?
Time is a serious phenomena, unending nights and days.Why use finite numbers (calendar) to measure endless time?Man needs a break and some excitement.
Of life’s two chief prizes, beauty and truth, I found the first in a loving heart and the second in a laborer’s hand.
I’ve diced with death the most cycling around London. Black cabs are far more dangerous than polar bears.
What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us.