Let nothing disturb you. Let nothing frighten you. Everything passes away except God.
But that’s the thing with death. The whisper of it descent travels fast and wide, and people must’ve know I’d become a corpse because nobody even came to view the body.
Money should not dictate how I live my life..I must take charge and become the master of money, so that I decide what I want to do with my time.
Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you.
I’m a man who believes that I died 20 years ago. And I live like a man who is dead already. I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything.
It was this mystery, bereft now of all fear, and this beauty together that made life the endless, changing and yet changeless, thing it was. And yet mystery and loveliness alike were really only appreciable with one’s legs, as it were, dangling down over into the grave.
That’s what we’re all looking for. A certain peace with the idea of dying. If we know, in the end, that we can ultimately have that peace with dying, then we can finally do the really hard thing. Which is? Make peace with living.
Ransom really looked at the other man for the first time, shook his head, stared again. “Holy hell, your eyes are like a fucking viper’s.”Venom raised an eyebrow. “You have hair prettier than one of Astaad’s concubines.”Ransom gave the vampire the finger.Venom grinned.
I thought of the people before me who had looked down at the river and gone to sleep beneath it. I wondered about them. I wondered how they had done it–it, the physical act.I simply wondered about the dead because their days had ended and I did not know how I would get through mine.
But I know, somehow, that only when it is dark enough can you see the stars.
When you die, she thought now, you can no longer give love. You can’t give love anymore. She wouldn’t be able to love her children. It struck her suddenly as the very worst thing about death, worse than not being able to breathe or laugh or kiss. A kind of existential suffocation, to not be able to give her children her love anymore.
When leaders throughout an organization take an active, genuine interest in the people they manage, when they invest real time to understand employees at a fundamental level, they create a climate for greater morale, loyalty, and, yes, growth.
As she’d left, I’d glanced at her gun.This time, when she’d pointed it at me, she’d flicked the safety on. If that wasn’t true love, I don’t know what was.
Nothing is impossible to kill. It’s just that sometimes after you kill something you have to keep shooting it until it stops moving
Whatever you do, do with determination. You have one life to live; do your work with passion and give your best. Whether you want to be a chef, doctor, actor, or a mother, be passionate to get the best result.
We prefigure our futures by imagining our pasts. To go back and forth. Across the waters. The past, the present, the elusive future. A nation. Everything constantly shifted by the present. The taut elastic of time.
Let’s not worry. It’s too late now. It will always be too late, fortunately!
Men are driven by two principal impulses, either by love or by fear.
A series of books, dilapidated and faded, sit bundled together. Most of the bindings are separating from the yellowed pages, but each is at home in its battered state. Their wrinkled pages and discolored skin tell not of old age, but of a good life. These books, unlike so many others, were not just read, but revisited, loved, and experienced.
Give God a little more time to do what you would screw up if you did it now.
Upon the death of my father, our family and myself were emotionally and financially exhausted.
Instinct is a makeshift, an admission of helplessness before the problem of reality.
I’m sorry, Arty,’ she whispered into his ear.’Sorry for what?”For everything. For the last few months, I haven’t been myself. But things are going to change. Time to stop living in the past.’Artemis felt a tear on his cheek. He wasn’t sure whose tear it was.
Live-tweeting your bikini wax is not vulnerability. Nor is posting a blow-by-blow of your divorce . That’s an attempt to hot-wire connection. But you can’t cheat real connection. It’s built up slowly. It’s about trust and time.
You know, nothing is stronger than blood bonds. What else is the reason for the success of life insurance policies? Why bother with what happens to your blood relatives after your death? After all, you stop existing. Why then bother about what is happening to your kids, and why be concerned about what is happening on Earth even? Well, it’s because, after one’s final exit, one lives through one’s children.
Marriage is memory, marriage is time. Marriage is not only time: it is also, paradoxically, the denial of time. For forty years I saw myself through John’s eyes. I did not age.
I like to cook with the philosophy of using great ingredients and not altering them too much.
There are some experiences in life they haven’t invented the right words for.
To an ordinary human being, love means nothing if it does not mean loving some people more than others.
My dear Watson,” said [Sherlock Holmes], “I cannot agree with those who rank modesty among the virtues. To the logician all things should be seen exactly as they are, and to underestimate one’s self is as much a departure from truth as to exaggerate one’s own powers.
Start by doing what is necessary, then what is possible, and suddenly you are doing the impossible.
I imagine a line, a white line, painted on the sand and on the ocean, from me to you.
Leo couldn’t help smiling. That could be fun.Fun she said unhappily.Blue elephants.Blue elephants.Kiss me you fool.You fool.
Time is like the Mississippi River. It only flows in one direction. You can never go back.
The worst that can possibly have happened to him is death and that we are all in for—if not this morning, then in days, or weeks, or years at most.
I know that pain is the most important thing in the universes. Greater than survival, greater than love, greater even than the beauty it brings about. For without pain, there can be no pleasure. Without sadness, there can be no happiness. Without misery there can be no beauty. And without these, life is endless, hopeless, doomed and damned. Adult. You have become adult.
My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.
Every moment is a crossroad in time. Consider that, as above so below and as inside so outside and live accordingly.
The tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time with the blood of patriots and tyrants.
Hearing nuns’ confessions is like being stoned to death with popcorn.
The rEaL wOrLd is but a fictional place where those who have narrow minds and shallow imagination compile their oppressive ideas of what rEaLiTy only should be.
…And So It Came To Pass That The Hourglass Orifices Hexagonal Prismatics At Its Sandy Zenith, And Inside That Whorl Ring The Town Portal That Time Consumes The Empty Ether Was The Tomb Of King Leoric, The Crown, And The Topaz Orange Elixir Of Magic That The Whorl Ring Cucked On A Hidden Shrine, And The Ring Is Mine, My Own, My Precious In Time…
Six hundred and forty fish later, the only thing I know is everything you love will die. The first time you meet someone special, you can count on them one day being dead and in the ground.
Each man is everything to himself, for with his death everything is dead for him. That is why each of us thinks he is everything to everyone. We must not judge nature by ourselves, but by its own standards.
Only that day dawns to which we are awake. There is more day to dawn. The sun is but a morning star.
Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
Our life always expresses the result of our dominant thoughts.
And one thing we know is real: horror. It is so real, in fact, that we cannot be sure it could not exist without us. Yes, it needs our imaginations and our consciousness, but it does not ask or require our consent to use them. Indeed, horror operates with complete autonomy. Generating ontological havoc, it is mephitic foam upon which our lives merely float. And, all said, we must face up to it: horror is more real than we are.
Through every generation of the human race there has been a constant war, a war with fear. Those who have the courage to conquer it are made free and those who are conquered by it are made to suffer until they have the courage to defeat it, or death takes them.
I have learnt through bitter experience the one supreme lesson to conserve my anger, and as heat conserved is transmuted into energy, even so our anger controlled can be transmuted into a power which can move the world.
Everybody was dying, or already dead, or leaving other people, and the year was dying into winter, and the only thing to do was make some noise.
Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it and it darts away.
Start writing, no matter what. The water does not flow until the faucet is turned on.
So, what do you do when you know you have two days to live? Eat an entire Bitter Chocolate Death cake all by myself. Reread my favorite novel. Buy eight dozen roses from the best florist in town–the super expensive ones, the ones that smell like roses rather than merely looking like them–and put them all over my apartment. Take a good long look at everyone I love.
So long as we love we serve; so long as we are loved by others, I would almost say that we are indispensable; and no man is useless while he has a friend.
Know who you are, and be it. Know what you want, and go out and get it!