Oh threats of Hell and Hopes of Paradise!One thing at least is certain – This Life flies;One thing is certain and the rest is Lies -The Flower that once has blown forever dies.
A constitution that is made for all nations is made for none.
I suppose we go out to sea because we want, eventually, to come home. I know this now, but it was new to me then. The best way to experience home is to lose it for a while. Then, when it is gone, you can know what it is. You can yearn to return to it. It is a form of wounding. You welcome the scar so it will remind you of where you once were.
We all die. We have only the choice, if we are privileged, of whether death comes with a whimper or a bang; of what worlds we taste before we go.
Woe, destruction, ruin, and decay; the worst is death and death will have his day.
The two most common elements in the universe are Hydrogen and stupidity.
Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it.
Being human is not hard because you’re doing it wrong, it’s hard because you’re doing it right.
Discourse on virtue and they pass by in droves. Whistle and dance and shimmy, and you’ve got an audience!
The sweetest noise on earth, a woman’s tongue; A string which hath no discord.
I had a microscopic eye for the blemish, for the grain of ugliness which to me constituted the sole beauty of the object.
Ownership is not limited to material things. It can also apply to points of view. Once we take ownership of an idea — whether it’s about politics or sports — what do we do? We love it perhaps more than we should. We prize it more than it is worth. And most frequently, we have trouble letting go of it because we can’t stand the idea of its loss. What are we left with then? An ideology — rigid and unyielding.
Man looks on woman from his vantage point and reduces her to a being that is not for-itself but for-him.
He said you were the only one who was bitter about S.’s suicide and the only one who really forgave him for it. The rest of us, he said, were outwardly unbitter and inwardly unforgiving.
What you possess in the world will be found at the day of your death to belong to someone else. But what you are will be yours forever.
We are eternal beings. We lived as intelligent spirits before this mortal life. We are now living part of eternity. Our mortal birth was not the beginning; death, which faces all of us, is not the end.
You never know why not, before it happens. That’s what Bertie realized. Time passes. Slow, then fast. Bit by bit, and then it’s gone.
Science without respect for human life is degrading to us all and reflects a hollow and deceptive philosophy, a philosophy that we as a people should never condone.
The Lord is my shepherd. I shall not want for nothing. He makes me lie down in the green pastures. He greases up my head with oil. He gives me kung-fu in the face of my enemies. Amen
I don’t feel proprietorial about the problems of philosophy. History has taught us that many philosophical issues can grow up, leave home and live elsewhere.
Humanity has many shortcomings, but none is stronger than pride.
If you’re a doctor, what do you promise to do? First, do no harm. If your operating philosophy is do no harm, that’s not a call to imagination. Not only that, if I’m a patient, I don’t want your imagination. I want what works.
Of the two powers, the two categories that take possession of us when we enter the world, space is by far the less mysterious. . . . Space is, after all, solid, monolithic. . . . Time, on the other hand, is a hostile element, truly treacherous, I would say even against human nature.
The people one loves should take all their things with them when they die.
Dance, my darling dance! If you dance then death can’t catch you! Nothing bad can touch you! Dance!
The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity, self-loathing, and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or, sadder yet, no longer necessary.
It takes no more time to see the good side of life than to see the bad.
Not all doors open in the same direction and with the same effort!
When we can’t understand the science behind something in this world, we make up mythological entities that we can relate to. We personify the forces of nature that mystify us, using our boundless imaginations to comfort us and make us feel like we have some control over these things that are much bigger than we are.
The Destiny of Man is to unite, not to divide. If you keep on dividing you end up as a collection of monkeys throwing nuts at each other out of separate trees.
I believe that just because something didn’t go the way you planned it once, it’s no reason not to try again.
Once uy break through the shell of uyr own negativity, uy can manifest anything with ease.
Evey Hammond: Who are you? V: Who? Who is but the form following the function of what and what I am is a man in a mask. Evey Hammond: Well I can see that. V: Of course you can. I’m not questioning your powers of observation I’m merely remarking upon the paradox of asking a masked man who he is
He promised us that everything would be okay. I was a child, but I knew that everything would not be okay. That did not make my father a liar. It made him my father.
They had parted as boys, and now life presented one of them with a fugitive and the other with a dying man. Both wondered whether this was due to the cards they’d been dealt or to the way they had played them.
It’s about being fair. It’s about Black Lives Matter. Yes, they matter. Everybody counts or nobody counts, and I think if more cops had the philosophy of Harry Bosch, we’d have less of these situations happening.
Leonard asks me if there’s anything I need to know before he dies, I think about it for a minute, turn to him, say what’s the meaning of life, Leonard? He laughs, says that’s an easy one, my son, it’s whatever you want it to be.
I really believe, or want to believe, really I am nuts, otherwise I’ll never be sane.
In any business, a manager wants to surround himself with guys he knows he can trust. Guys who share his work ethic and philosophy. Guys he can count on to execute his plan.
I consider a dream like I consider a shadow,” answered Caeiro, with his usual divine, unexpected promptitude. “A shadow is real, but it’s less real than a rock. A dream is real — if it weren’t, it wouldn’t be a dream — but less real than a thing. That’s what being real is like.
You only get one life. Live it to the fullest. All your miseries will be forgiven when you will be dead.
Don’t you think most of those kids think too much about who got an A or a B when they were in law school and what that means to an inflated G.P.A. and not enough about the world?” asked Connor irrelevantly.
We suddenly feel fearful and apprehensive, naked in our perishable flesh, and for just a moment we wish we could go back to being stone—crumbling in death rather than rotting, trapped inside an immobile prison of stone rather than reduced to immaterial souls like those that now rattled within our skulls. The moment passes. There is no point in regretting irreversible decisions—one has to live with them, and we try.
Birth and death – what could be more monstrous than that? We like to deceive ourselves and call it wondrous and beautiful and majestic, but it’s freakish, let’s face it.
The time we spend here on earth is like a droplet in a pail of eternity. Yet that one droplet affects all the others in that bucket.
Our lives can’t be measured by our final years, of this I am sure.
Tourism, human circulation considered as consumption is fundamentally nothing more than the leisure of going to see what has become banal.
If Shaw and Einstein couldn’t beat death, what chance have I got? Practically none.
Art and religion first; then philosophy; lastly science. That is the order of the great subjects of life, that’s their order of importance.