It shamed her that she hadn’t been able to escape sooner, that they’d stuck together in such a sickly, co-dependent, useless sort of life.
Sometimes letting go is simply changing the labels you place on an event. Looking at the same event with fresh eyes.
Death and what came after death was no great mystery to Sabriel. She just wished it was.
Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters?
In a world where others are very quick to waste other people’s time, be cautious all the time.
I look upon death to be as necessary to our constitution as sleep. We shall rise refreshed in the morning.
Patriotism is supporting your country all the time, and your government when it deserves it.
The hours here are flat and round, disks of gray layered one on top of the other…they move slowly, at a grind, until it seems as though they are not moving at all. They are just pressing down…
For an author to write as he speaks is just as reprehensible as the opposite fault, to speak as he writes; for this gives a pedantic effect to what he says, and at the same time makes him hardly intelligible
O dear Pan and all the other gods of this place, grant that I may be beautiful inside. Let all my external possessions be in friendly harmony with what is within. May I consider the wise man rich. As for gold, let me have as much as a moderate man could bear and carry with him.
I am troubled, immeasurably
by your eyes.
I am struck by the feather
of your soft reply.
The sound of glass
speaks quick, disdain
and conceals
what your eyes fight
to explain.
We rehearse for the big death through the little death of orgasm, through erotic living. Death as transfiguration
Touchstone watched, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds left to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they ever would have alone together.
I am not afraid, he said to himself.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I hope you don’t mind.
One of chief pieces of advice I give to aspiring rationalists is Don’t try to be clever. And, Listen to those quiet, nagging doubts. If you don’t know, you don’t know what you don’t know, you don’t know how much you don’t know, and you don’t know how much you needed to know.
Telling an introvert to go to a party is like telling a saint to go to Hell.
This must be Thursday,’ said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. ‘I never could get the hang of Thursdays.
Every life needs a little space. It leaves room for good things to enter it.
An open Facebook page is simply a psychiatric dry erase board that screams, “Look at me. I am insecure. I need your reaction to what I am doing, but you’re not cool enough to be my friend. Therefore, I will just pray you see this because the approval of God is not all I need.
You live as if you were destined to live forever, no thought of your frailty ever enters your head, of how much time has already gone by you take no heed. You squander time as if you drew from a full and abundant supply, so all the while that day which you bestow on some person or thing is perhaps your last. You have all the fears of mortals and all the desires of immortals… What foolish forgetfulness of mortality to defer wise resolutions to the fiftieth or sixtieth year, and to intend to begin life at a point to which few have attained.
I don’t believe in quotas. America was founded on a philosophy of individual rights, not group rights.
The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn’t live boldly enough, that they didn’t invest enough heart, didn’t love enough. Nothing else really counts at all.
When we fail to set boundaries and hold people accountable, we feel used and mistreated. This is why we sometimes attack who they are, which is far more hurtful than addressing a behavior or a choice.
An attempt to achieve the good by force is like an attempt to provide a man with a picture gallery at the price of cutting out his eyes.
Life changes. It can change a lot if you have the right mind and keep working hard.
I’m a country singer. I love all kinds of music, but country is where my loyalty lies. That’s just me and what I do, and I’m not going to change it.
In spite of my suffering, at the thought that I was sure to end up by killing myself, I cried aloud and burst into tears.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
I didn’t cry when they buried my father – I wouldn’t let myself. I didn’t cry when they buried my sister. On Thursday night, with my family asleep upstairs, my eyes filled as Agassi and Marcos Baghdatis played out the fifth set of their moving second-round match.
The modern conservative is engaged in one of man’s oldest exercises in moral philosophy; that is, the search for a superior moral justification for selfishness.
My philosophy is to not be scared of anyone. If I play well, great; if I don’t, I learn from the match and move on.
Try and leave this world a little better than you found it, and when your turn comes to die, you can die happy in feeling that at any rate, you have not wasted your time but have done your best.
Firm the whole fabric stood,Or seemed to stand, and soundAs it had stood before.But nothing backward climbs,And when I looked aroundAs at the former times,There was Life—pale and hoar;And slow it said to me,‘Twice-over cannot be!
The society which scorns excellence in plumbing as a humble activity and tolerates shoddiness in philosophy because it is an exalted activity will have neither good plumbing nor good philosophy: neither its pipes nor its theories will hold water.
Pi Is To Time As Phi Is To SORT In Triangulating Its Square Abstracting Its Rectangular Orifice In The Quadratic Sequence
It’s funny, how one can look back on a sorrow one thought one might well die of at the time, and know that one had not yet reckoned the tenth part of true grief.
Whoever said that the past isn’t dead had it backward. It’s the future that’s already dead, already played out.
The maturity of man—that means, to have reacquired the seriousness that one had as a child at play
It was that once upon a time the world had been full of possibility and excitement and wonder, and now it held difficulty and years of toil to come, and defeat after inevitable defeat. And yet here they were, Vikram and Gil, once again making themselves a space in which they could, perhaps, be happy.
I’ve been called a recluse. There’s definitely truth in that. I like to spend time alone.
Study yourself. Become your own mentor and best friend. When you are suffering stay at the bottom until you find out who you are. Let the storms come and pass. How you walk through the fire says a lot about you. Nobody likes a victimhood mentality and what happened to you is not important. It is about how you use your chaos that matters. The dawn will come
I will come back to you, I swear I will;And you will know me still.I shall be only a little tallerThan when I went.
You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me, and still come with me, and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature.
Look at the stupid, poor people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people. Look at the stupid, poor, burned-out people, look at their dead baby. It’s death porn for the masses.
And here face down beneath the sunAnd here upon earth’s noonward heightTo feel the always coming onThe always rising of the night
I must be a mermaid, Rango. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living.
The field of the soul must be watered by the rain with tears of love; otherwise it will become a desert.
I’ve told my children that when I die, to release balloons in the sky to celebrate that I graduated. For me, death is a graduation.
If I Must GoIf I must go to heaven’s endClimbing the ages like a stair,Be near me and forever bendWith the same eyes above me there;Time will fly past us like leaves flying,We shall not heed, for we shall beBeyond living, beyond dying,Knowing and known unchangeably.
Learn everything you can, anytime you can, from anyone you can, there will always come a time when you will be grateful you did.