Care and Quality are internal and external aspects of the same thing. A person who sees Quality and feels it as he works is a person who cares. A person who cares about what he sees and does is a person who’s bound to have some characteristic of quality.
Life is measured in love and positive contributions and moments of grace.
That’s just the way: a person does a low-down thing, and then he don’t want to take no consequences of it. Thinks as long as he can hide it, it ain’t no disgrace.
Ich werde stehen und warten.Ich werde müde werden.Ich werde nicht einschlafen.Ich werde sterben.
The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
With endless time, nothing is special. With no loss or sacrifice, we can’t appreciate what we have
…most of the time, all you have is the moment, and the imperfect love of the people around you.
It’s clear to me that there is no good reason for many philosophy books to sound as complicated as they do.
Missing someone you love for an extended period of time can and will lead to madness, every bit as much as a wound that is not cleaned will lead to a festering sore, and thence an illness that spreads throughout the body. The only boundary between desire and obsession is time; if you crave someone long enough, it becomes a need. It becomes your ever-waking thought. The only thing you live for.
The more uy embrace that future, the more probable that future becomes. As uy move toward that probable future, it becomes more apparent. This movement and blending create more probabilities in which uy desired manifestation is likely to occur and be experienced.
From a purely physical standpoint she didn’t have a chance, but her attitude was that death was better than capitulation.
No, the majority of people just survive, they think their things have a value but nothing does. Things only have a price, based on expectation, and I do business with that. The only thing of value on Earth is time. One second will always be a second, there’s no negotiating with that.
We love but once, for once only are we perfectly equipped for loving.
The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.
Through space the universe grasps me and swallows me up like a speck; through thought I grasp it.
Future generations will remember me not for sitting on that chair, but for getting up when the time came.
What I have learned lately is that people deal with death in all sorts of ways. Some of us fight against it, doing everything we can to make it not true. Some of us lose our selves to grief. Some of us lose ourselves to anger.
I don’t think that science and the paranormal have to be at war; in fact, it’s crucial that they work together. It seems naïve to believe that the world is exactly as it seems.
My mind was formed by studying philosophy, Plato and that sort of thing.
But that was life: Nobody got a guided tour to their own theme park. You had to hop on the rides as they presented themselves, never knowing whether you would like the one you were in line for…or if the bastard was going to make you throw up your corn dog and your cotton candy all over the place.
In the deepest hour of the night, confess to yourself that you would die if you were forbidden to write. And look deep into your heart where it spreads its roots, the answer, and ask yourself, must I write?
My life is every moment of my life. It is not a culmination of the past.
Life before Death.
Strength before Weakness.
Journey before Destination.
How strange that we should ordinarily feel compelled to hide our wounds when we are all wounded! Community requires the ability to expose our wounds and weaknesses to our fellow creatures. It also requires the ability to be affected by the wounds of others… But even more important is the love that arises among us when we share, both ways, our woundedness.
Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.
A fine quotation is a diamond in the hand of a man of wit and a pebble in the hand of a fool.
It seems to me that one ought to rejoice in the fact of death– ought to decide, indeed, to earn one’s death by confronting with passion the conundrum of life. One is responsible to life: It is the small beacon in that terrifying darkness from which we come and to which we shall return. One must negotiate this passage as nobly as possible, for the sake of those who are coming after us.
One of the world’s most tiresome questions is what object one would bring to a desert island,because people always answer a deck of cards or Anna Karenina when the obvious answer is a well equipped boat and a crew to sail me off the island and back home where I can play all the card games and read all the Russian novels I want.
Our essence is change. We are movement. Being out of balance is life. Perfect balance. Stasis. That is death. Life yearns for perfection. Death is perfection.
A human being is still more likely to die of a bee sting, snake bite or, Lord knows, automobile accident than by shark attack. We do not execute the perpretrators of death by car. We should not butcher an animal for an inadvertent homicide.
Yesterday I learned that hours are nothing but bodiesWe kill upon confronting,Or perhaps they are the onesThat backstab us as soon as they are behind.
Ah, Signor Halt,’ he said uncertainly, ‘you are making a joke, yes?”He is making a joke, no,’ Will said. ‘But he likes to think he is making a joke, yes.
She said goodbye, and I knew she was setting like the sun, never to see her again. Something inside me rejected the notion of a farewell, holding to the assumption that although the sun sets in the sky every day, it will never be night because this moment is forever frozen in time.
I had traded the fight against love for the fight against loneliness, the fight against life for the fight against death.
I have no next time, each moment is unique, different from every other moment, and many are wasted by my own indolence.
And I thought that all those little kids are going to grow up someday. And all of those little kids are going to do the things that we do. And they will all kiss someone someday. But for now, sledding is enough. I think it would be great if sledding were always enough, but it isn’t.
At the time of his death, John Kennedy had a national security establishment that was a writhing ball of snakes.
There is only one difference between a long life and a good dinner: that, in the dinner, the sweets come last.
Too lazy to be ambitious,I let the world take care of itself.Ten days’ worth of rice in my bag;a bundle of twigs by the fireplace.Why chatter about delusion and enlightenment?Listening to the night rain on my roof,I sit comfortably, with both legs stretched out.
Somewhere along the way we all go a bit mad. So burn, let go and dive into the horror, because maybe it’s the chaos which helps us find where we belong.
We have equated a cancer diagnosis to ‘death,’ but we look at diabetes as ‘something that you get when you get older.’ But look at diabetes – it’s the leading cause of limb amputation, heart disease, kidney failure. Many people don’t equate diabetes with these other destructive things. I didn’t equate it to those until I started reading about it.
White man trying to kill you slow every day, and sometimes trying to kill you fast. Why make it easy for him? That was one kind of work you could say no to.
And sometimes in life, I imagine, good things do happen. Most of the time, it’s the opposite, obviously. But I don’t think you should rule out the possibility that just occasionally chance might deal you a good card.
I became a very simple person. The simple things are the most precious to me. I don’t ascribe much significance to the things I have now. That feeling of touching death has never left me.
Haven’t you ever heard that modesty is an attractive trait?Only from ugly people, Jace confided. The meek may inherit the earth, but at the moment it belongs to the conceited. Like me. He winked at the girls, who giggled and hid behind their hair.
Death is not a reaper, like they say, nor even a friend. It is a dark, fierce water, an inundation.
One must not avoid Schopenhauer. One should read him and then overcome him. It is the ladder that you must get rid of once you reach the top.
My mother is probably the wisest person I’ve ever known. She’s not schooled, she’s not well read. But she has a philosophy of life that makes well-read people seem like morons.
My favourite author is Leon Trotsky – the political philosophy and the way he writes is beautiful, and really relevant, too.
Schönheit ist Ewigkeit, die sich in einem Spiegel anschaut. – Aber ihr seid die Ewigkeit, und ihr seid der Spiegel.
Each time I fail to think about death, I have the impression of cheating, of deceiving someone in me.
If you feel like your dreams are too big, pray for wisdom to keep them alive. Let God Almighty help you so that the time you invest in those dreams can produce fruitful outcomes.
It is culture that is the bully.Orn Ald yos’Senchul to Theo Waitley, Saltation