From the time we’re born until we die, we’re kept busy with artificial stuff that isn’t important.
The healing power of even the most microscopic exchange with someone who knows in a flash precisely what you’re talking about because she experienced that thing too cannot be overestimated.
It can’t be that life is so senseless and horrible. But if it really has been so horrible and senseless, why must I die and die in agony? There is something wrong!
There is shadow under this red rock // (Come in under the shadow of this red rock) // And I will show you something different from either // Your shadow at morning striding behind you // Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you // I will show you fear in a handful of dust.
One day this apartheid will be a thing of the past. Our people will be free.’‘Maybe. But the past claws its way out. You can’t bury it just like that. It’s not like human flesh. And yet we need to move forwards.
Can death be sleep, when life is but a dream, And scenes of bliss pass as a phantom by?—On death
A part of kindness consists in loving people more than they deserve.
One mile farther and I come to a second grave beside the road, nameless like the other, marked only with the dull blue-black stones of the badlands. I do not pause this time. The more often you stop the more difficult it is to continue. Stop too long and they cover you with rocks.
I think anyone who has a passion for what they love to do, and who pursue it, is inspirational for me.
Action is the activity of the rational soul, which abhors irrationality and must combat it or be corrupted by it. When it sees the irrationality of others, it must seek to correct it, and can do this either by teaching or engaging in public affairs itself, correcting through its practice. And the purpose of action is to enable philosophy to continue, for if men are reduced to the material alone, they become no more than beasts.
So this is it, said Arthur, We are going to die.Yes, said Ford, except… no! Wait a minute! He suddenly lunged across the chamber at something behind Arthur’s line of vision. What’s this switch? he cried.What? Where? cried Arthur, twisting round.No, I was only fooling, said Ford, we are going to die after all.
But, who is Death? A figure that harrows and wastes wherever and however it pleases. This is also a possible description of the Countess Bathory. Never did anyone wish so hard not to grow old; I mean, to die. That is why, perhaps, she acted and played the role of Death. Because, how can Death possibly die?
Death is never swift… No matter how those left behind would like to comfort themselves with the thought. -Before Ever After
Something has spoken to me in the night…and told me that I shall die, I know not where. Saying: [Death is] to lose the earth you know for greater knowing; to lose the life you have, for greater life; to leave the friends you loved, for greater loving; to find a land more kind than home, more large than earth.
He said, Were he only like his sister—what a difference that would make! For there never was such a sweet and gentle lady! I hear her footsteps, as she goes about the world. I hear the swish-swish-swish of her silken gown and the jingle-jangle of the silver chain about her neck. Her smile is full of comfort and her eyes are kind and happy! How I long to see her! Who, sir? asked Paramore, puzzled. Why, his sister, John. His sister.
Birthdays could be such a bummer when you were older than the country you lived in.
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
No one knows what happens when you screw up time and space. We could get in a whole heap of trouble. What do you think the sentence is for rewriting history?
Minutes, foolish mortal, are the base mineralthat you must not let go of without extracting their gold!
The sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do.
The heart of man is very much like the sea, it has its storms, it has its tides and in its depths it has its pearls too
And I think that’s what our world is desperately in need of – lovers, people who are building deep, genuine relationships with fellow strugglers along the way, and who actually know the faces of the people behind the issues they are concerned about.
Turns out there’s a reason they call it falling in love, because when it happens – really happens – that’s exactly how it feels. There’s no doing or trying, you just let go and hope that someone’s going to be there to catch you.
Nothing is built on stone; All is built on sand, but we must build as if the sand were stone.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the graveGently they go, the beautiful, the tender, the kind;Quietly they go, the intelligent, the witty, the brave.I know. But I do not approve. And I am not resigned.
Things will change: you won’t feel this way forever. And anyway, sometimes the hardest lessons to learn are the ones your soul needs most.
How easy it was to capitalize on a person’s own bent for self-destruction; how simple to nudge them into non-being, then to stand back and shrug and agree that it had been the inevitable result of a chaotic, catastrophic life.
I’m on Aslan’s side even if there isn’t any Aslan to lead it. I’m going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn’t any Narnia.
Finding the lesson behind every adversity will be the one important thing that helps get you through it.
Josh had told me a long time ago that he had this theory that an entire relationship was based on what occurred over the course of the first five minutes you know each other. That everything that came after those first minutes was just details being filled in. Meaning: you already knew how deep the love was, how instinctually you felt about someone.What happened in their first five minutes?Time stopped.
The thin line between life and death is still under construction.
Depression isn’t a war you win. It’s a battle you fight every day. You never stop, never get to rest. It’s one bloody fray after another.
Everyone is comparing lives on social media and wants the perfect body, perfect image, perfect outfit, perfect life – we’re striving for this perfection, and it’s so unhealthy because there’s no such thing as perfection.
I kept always two books in my pocket, one to read, one to write in.
The closer we come to the negative, to death, the more we blossom.
It was a dance of masks and every mask was perfect because every mask was a real face and every face was areal mask so there was no mask and there was no face for there was but one dance in which there was butone mask but one true face which was the same and which was a thing without a name which changed andchanged into itself over and over.
We have to dare to be ourselves, however frightening or strange that self may prove to be.
Eventually, however, the denial turned into emptiness and my childhood ended.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
As we see it, space is possible only when the primordial Being swallows emptiness. Space is born when the Being accepts emptiness, the Nonbeing, into itself. Thus, this condensed Being begins to dilute and spread out; emptiness starts making relations within it. Its life is impossible without emptiness: vacuum gives dimension to the Being, although without any dimension. Emptiness provides volume to the Being.
I am the Way, the Truth, and the Life. No one comes to the Father except through me.
Remember: Always walk in the light. And if you feel like you’re not walking in it, go find it. Love the light.
It’s strange how things can change back as suddenly as they changed originally. When one thing happens and suddenly, things are back to normal.
Our ability to adapt is amazing. Our ability to change isn’t quite as spectacular.
it bends time when you least expect it.Like the pages of a book, uniting a prologue with a happy ending, an epilogue with a tragic beginning, two middles, two climaxes, two stories that never quite meet in the world outside.
Mayors of New York have been elected not because of their party label, but because of their philosophy and their approach overall, and that has been since time immemoriam in New York, that people are not party-oriented in New York.
The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me.
Calvin:It says here that ‘religion is the opiate of the masses.’…what do you suppose that means?Television: …it means that Karl Marx hadn’t seen anything yet
Science is a way of life. Science is a perspective. Science is the process that takes us from confusion to understanding in a manner that’s precise, predictive and reliable – a transformation, for those lucky enough to experience it, that is empowering and emotional.
The idea of being strong for someone else having never entered their heads, I find myself in the position of having to console them. Since I’m the person going in to be slaughtered, this is somewhat annoying.
The beauty of a living thing is not the atoms that go into it, but the way those atoms are put together.
Always forgive, but never forget, else you will be a prisoner of your own hatred, and doomed to repeat your mistakes forever.
Around, around the sun we go:The moon goes round the earth.We do not die of death:We die of vertigo.
People wealth consists upon their freedom, individual resources and good social life.
Like a river meets the sea, stronger than it’s ever been, we’ve come so far since that day…and I thought I loved you then.
A true friend is a gift from God. Since God doesn’t exist, guess what? Neither do true friends.