Love buys you time; reading helps you travel in time; play makes you forget about time; meditation teaches you to control time; and employment wastes your time.
As I accepted my death and dissolution into God’s love, the insectoids began feeding on my heart, devouring the feelings of love and surrender. They were interested in emotion. As I was holding on to my last thought – that God is love – they asked, Even here? Even here?
I have always tried to live by the philosophy that when there is a big problem that needs fixing, you should run towards it, rather than away from it.
I’ll never be ready. Yet at the same time, you always want to reach the end. You can’t fly to a destination and linger in the air. I want to reach the end of this thing, and I feel terrible about it.
[O]ther thinkers have philosophised since the time of Plato, but that does not destroy the interest and beauty of his philosophy
Death doesn’t care about personalities – he’s more interested in meeting quotas.
I invented this wonderful death scene for Javert of going down on my knees and then leaning back like a limbo dancer to make it look as if I was falling off a bridge. I did it eight times a week for nearly a year and I’ve had trouble with my knees ever since – they don’t even allow me to jog these days.
As a man, casting off worn out garments taketh new ones, so the dweller in the body, entereth into ones that are new.
Death doesn’t stop you from loving. It makes the love more important.
Spending quality time with my closed ones is always on my wish list.
The heart may freeze, or it can burn. The pain will ease and I can learn. There is no future, there is no past. I live this moment as, my last.
A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.
The sun burned every day. It burned Time. The world rushed in a circle and turned on its axis and time was busy burning the years and the people anyway, without any help from him. So if he burnt things with the firemen, and the sun burnt Time, that meant everything burned!
Mendacity is a system that we live in, declares Brick. Liquor is one way out an’death’s the other.
..because never in my life have I ever been picked when there was another alternative.
No, my dog used to gaze at me,paying me the attention I need,the attention requiredto make a vain person like me understandthat, being a dog, he was wasting time,but, with those eyes so much purer than mine,he’d keep on gazing at mewith a look that reserved for me aloneall his sweet and shaggy life,always near me, never troubling me,and asking nothing.
What separates us from the animals, what separates us from the chaos, is our ability to mourn people we’ve never met.
Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.
I believe there are some things in life you can’t deny or rationalize, and [love] is one of them.
When I am dying, I should like my life taken out under general anaesthetic, exactly as if it were a diseased appendix.
Infuse your life with action. Don’t wait for it to happen. Make it happen. Make your own future. Make your own hope. Make your own love. And whatever your beliefs, honor your creator, not by passively waiting for grace to come down from upon high, but by doing what you can to make grace happen… yourself, right now, right down here on Earth.
Don’t so belong to others that you don’t belong to yourself. Even friends should not be abused; you shouldn’t want more from them than they’re willing to concede. Any extreme is a vice, and especially in dealings with others. Sensible moderation is the best way to maintain goodwill and respect because ever-precious dignity won’t be worn away.
Quotation, n: The act of repeating erroneously the words of another.
Was it my time for writing poems about McCarthy or my time for sending out fresh salmon or the time of playing happy telephone or my time for dictating memoranda about what’s wrong with America?… or my time for crying.
We become so absorbed in our flaws and faults that we forget that it is better to be a diamond with a flaw than a pebble without. To have flaws is beauty in itself, a fact so frightening that we hurry to hide them from sight and tarnish the whole in the process of comparing ourselves to others.
Before holding elective office – 12 years in the Wyoming House of Representatives and 18 years in the U.S. Senate – I served a different type of time. I was on probation for a federal offense committed as a teenager.
O the joy of my spirit–it is uncaged–it darts like lightning!It is not enough to have this globe or a certain time,I will have thousands of globes and all time.
There is no life to be found in violence. Every act of violence brings us closer to death. Whether it’s the mundane violence we do to our bodies by overeating toxic food or drink or the extreme violence of child abuse, domestic warfare, life-threatening poverty, addiction, or state terrorism.
If the time has been smiled for the little snowflakes, and no one could have seen it, would it be fair or unfair?
But we are always running out of time. There is never enough time. That is the sad predicament of life: To never have enough time. To start dying the second you are born…
A man is already halfway in love with any woman who listens to him.
When darkness falls and eyes stay shutA chain of voices opens up.Let wax not wane give breath to death.p.s. Shhh -Yvonne Woon(Dead Beautiful)
The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I begin to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so.
Don’t you understand? snarled Rincewind. We are going over the Edge, godsdammit!Can’t we do anything about it?No!Then I can’t see the sense in panicking, said Twoflower calmly.
WHEN SOMEBODY GOES AWAY THERE’S THINGS YOU WANT TO TELL THEM. WHEN SOMEBODY DIES MAYBE THAT’S THE WORST THING. YOU WANT TO TELL THEM THINGS THAT HAPPEN AFTER.
I’ve traveled into the human world a few times. Didn’t like it much. The air is awfully thick there, and I can almost *feel* Time crawling all over me, aging me with each passing second. Not a pleasant sensation!
If you try to imagine as nearly as you can what an amount of misery, pain, and suffering of every kind the sun shines upon in its course, you will admit that it would be much better if on the earth as little as on the moon the sun were able to call forth the phenomena of life; and if, here as there, the surface were still in a crystalline state.
The illness of a doctor is always worse than the illnesses of his patients.The patients only feel, but the doctor, as well as feeling, has a pretty good idea of the destructive effect of the disease on his constitution.This is a case in which knowledge brings death nearer.
Becoming eighty is a matter of life or death. I chose life. It is a much better position to be in, and it’s easier on your back.
Visitors offering their condolences, thinking to comfort me, said Life goes on. What nonsense, I thought, of course it doesn’t. It’s death that goes on; Ian is dead now and will be dead tomorrow and next year and forever. There’s no end to that. But perhaps there will be an end to the sorrow of it.
Keinginan telah mengajarkan kepadamu betapa sia-sianya keinginan, penyesalan mengajarkan betapa sia-sianya penyesalan. Bersabarlah wahai kekeliruan, karena kami semua menjadi bagianmu. Bersabarlah wahai Ketidaksempurnaan, berkat engkaulah Kesempurnaan menyadari dirinya. Bersabarlah kemarahan, karena engkau tidak kekal abadi.
One of the many musical distinctions of my lifetime that used to seem important and now is completely forgotten is the difference between “alternative” and “indie” rock.
Rock ‘n’ roll is not red carpets and MySpace friends, rock’n’roll is dangerous and should piss people off
I long to grow up, to be a man. I long to be in a hurry to do something, before time runs out. I long for the feeling that life is precious, that I have to cram as much as I can into every sun-drenched day and every frost-filled night; to know that childhood is special because it does not last forever;
He had the face of one who walks in his sleep, and for a wild moment the idea came to me that perhaps he was not normal, not altogether sane. There were people who had trances, I had surely heard of them, and they followed strange laws of which we could know nothing, they obeyed the tangled orders of their own sub-conscious minds. Perhaps he was one of them, and here we were within six feet of death.
Before I go, he said, and paused — I may kiss her?It was remembered afterwards that when he bent down and touched her face with his lips, he murmured some words. The child, who was nearest to him, told them afterwards, and told her grandchildren when she was a handsome old lady, that she heard him say, A life you love.
All death reminds us that nothing is promised, only that life was worth it.
When people get a chance to come close to death without having it touch them personally, they never miss the opportunity.
Rivers carve their paths with the gentle persistence of time.
Music, When Soft Voices DieMusic, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heap’d for the belovèd’s bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
When someone you love says goodbye you can stare long and hard at the door they closed and forget to see all the doors God has open in front of you.