I told him I believed in hell, and that certain people, like me, had to live in hell before they died, to make up for missing out on it after death, since they didn’t believe in life after death, and what each person believed happened to him when he died.
Where am I? Who am I?
How did I come to be here?
What is this thing called the world?
How did I come into the world?
Why was I not consulted?
And If I am compelled to take part in it, where is the director?
I want to see him.
Everything is in flux, everything moves all the time. Nothing remains the same forever.
Each day death corrodes what we call living, and life ceaselessly swallows our desire for the void.
No man is offended by another man’s admiration of the woman he loves; it is the woman only who can make it a torment.
Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.
—I speak as one who plumbs Life’s dim profound, One who at length can sound Clear views and certain. But—after love what comes? A scene that lours, A few sad vacant hours, And then, the Curtain.
For me, I am driven by two main philosophies: know more today about the world than I knew yesterday and lessen the suffering of others. You’d be surprised how far that gets you.
I told him I was going to betray you, and betray Lyra, and he believed me because I was corrupt and full of wickedness; he looked so deep I felt sure he’d see the truth. But I lied too well. I was lying with every nerve and fiber and everything I’d ever done…I wanted him to find no good in me, and he didn’t. There is none.
As Luke knelt down beside his corpse, Clary couldn’t help but remember what he had said about having loved Valentine once, about having been his closest friend. Luke, she thought with a pang. Surely he couldn’t be sad — or even grieved?But then again, perhaps everyone should have someone to grieve for them, and there was no one else to grieve for Valentine.
KODO SAWAKI: Studying originally meant aspiring to discover the meaning of life. These days studying has become all about getting a job.
The universal pervasion of ugliness, hideous landscapes, vile noises, foul language…everything. Unnatural, broken, blasted; the distortion of the dead, whose unburiable bodies sit outside the dug outs all day, all night, the most execrable sights on earth. In poetry we call them the most glorious.
We hear tears loudly on this side of Heaven. What we don’t take time to contemplate are the even louder cheers on the other side of death’s valley.
If it can be destroyed by the truth, it deserves to be destroyed by the truth.
Everyone knows that part of the spirit descends to the afterworld, while part of it remains with the family, but we have a special belief about the spirit of a young woman who has died before her marriage that goes contrary to this. She comes back to prey upon other unmarried girls–not to scare them but to take them to the afterworld with her so she might have company.
There’s going to be times where you’re questioning yourself. But if you stay the course and believe in yourself and take it one day at a time, there’s going to be a light at the end of the tunnel.
Of course, winning is much better than losing. No argument there. But winning or losing doesn’t affect the weight and value of the time. It’s the same time, either way. A minute is a minute, an hour is an hour. We need to cherish it. We need to deftly reconcile ourselves with time, and leave behind as many precious memories as we can -that’s what’s the most valuable.
People who cannot find time for recreation are obliged sooner or later to find time for illness.
Not that there’s anything wrong with just lying around on your back. In it’s way, rotting is interesting too, as we will see. It’s just that there are other ways to spend your time as a cadaver.
Where you come from is gone, where you thought you were going to was never there, and where you are is no good unless you can get away from it. Where is there a place for you to be? No place… Nothing outside you can give you any place… In yourself right now is all the place you’ve got.
THIS is your life! Right now! Are you living an honest life or trying to be what someone else thinks you should be? Choose your friends carefully, wisely and deliberately. Honor them with your time and love while you can.
It was the hat. He looked sweet in the hat. How could a man in a fuzzy blue hat have used human bones to pave his roads?
I love the sight of his naked body.especially in these quiet, vulnerable moments. These brackets of time stapled between dreams and reality are my favorite. There’s a sweetness in this hesitant consciousness – a careful, gentle return of form of function, I’ve found I love these minutes most for the delicate way in which they unfold. It’s tender.Slow motion.Time tying its shoes.
War had bled color from everything, leaving nothing but a storm of gray.
The goal of education is to enable individuals to continue their education.
I have triumphed over both life and death because I no longer desire to live, nor do I any longer fear to die.
I love you Anna Covey,’ he said, his voice barely audible. And slowly, clumsily, he leant forward, and his lips found hers, and Anna felt him kiss her awkwardly, she knew that she wasn’t a Surplus any more. And nor was Peter.
The most important part are the fans, that people going home are happy. It’s their time off, and you should give them something to enjoy.
Try patting them on the back or shoulder and telling them everything is going to be fine. Lots of times when girls cry, they don’t want you to fix the problem, they just want to be consoled.
Teaism is a cult founded on the adoration of the beautiful among the sordid facts of everyday existence. It inculcates purity and harmony, the mystery of mutual charity, the romanticism of the social order. It is essentially a worship of the Imperfect, as it is a tender attempt to accomplish something possible in this impossible thing we know as life.
Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes it is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim.
For where is the man that has incontestable evidence of the truth of all that he holds, or of the falsehood of all he condemns; or can say that he has examined to the bottom all his own, or other men’s opinions? The necessity of believing without knowledge, nay often upon very slight grounds, in this fleeting state of action and blindness we are in, should make us more busy and careful to inform ourselves than constrain others.
In certainty, the future relieves us, and in uncertainty, it leaves us distraught.
Nothing can be in the Nothing. Nothing can be only in the Something. Without the Nothing in the Being, there can be no Being, the Universe, in the sense we experience the World, and there can be no space. Whole Space is Nothingness contaminated by the “illusion” of the Being transformed into Something we call Universe.
They say that ‘Guns don’t kill people, people kill people.’ Well I think the gun helps. If you just stood there and yelled BANG, I don’t think you’d kill too many people.
The person who writes for fools is always sure of a large audience.
My game is based on improvisation. Often, a forward does not have the time to think too much. You have a second, rarely more, to decide whether to dribble, shoot or pass to the right or left. It is instinct that gives the orders.
Ask any guy if sex is important in a relationship and the one who says no is lying. I just haven’t met that guy yet. When you meet him, let’s get him in to the Smithsonian – he’s that special and rare.
It’s paradoxical that the idea of living a long life appeals to everyone, but the idea of getting old doesn’t appeal to anyone.
I love you. I hate you. I like you. I hate you. I love you. I think you’re stupid. I think you’re a loser. I think you’re wonderful. I want to be with you. I don’t want to be with you. I would never date you. I hate you. I love you…..I think the madness started the moment we met and you shook my hand. Did you have a disease or something?
Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.
Peace is a child’s beautiful smile and a flower’s freshnessPeace is an inner perception of joyfulness and happiness.
… why I like timetables, because they make sure I don’t get lost in time.
We are the cosmos made conscious and life is the means by which the universe understands itself.
The road to creativity passes so close to the madhouse and often detours or ends there.
From the very early days of seeing patients, I noticed that many of them seemed to be concerned with issues of their mortality, and so the philosophy training I had taken began to seem rather important to me.
There’s no need to wait for the bad things and bullshit to be over. Change now. Love now. Live now. Don’t wait for people to give you permission to live, because they won’t.
One to be a murderer, the other to be martyred, One to be a monarch, the other to go mad.
Pray and ask God to help you renew your mind, so that you will not waste time dwelling on the past.
You know how it is when you’re reading a book and falling asleep, you’re reading, reading… and all of a sudden you notice your eyes are closed? I’m like that all the time.
We may not get to choose how we die, but we can choose how we live. The universe may forget us, but it doesn’t matter. Because we are the ants, and we’ll keep marching on.
It is strange that the years teach us patience; that the shorter our time, the greater our capacity for waiting.
You have carried a branch of tomorrow into the room-its frangrance awakened me.
I believe that whatever comes at a particular time is a blessing from God.
One could argue that it’s romantic to die for love. Of course, then you’re dead and unable to take that honeymoon trip to the Alps with all the other fashionable young couples, which is a shame.
Leah Bagdasarian had frequently heard that the great riddle of life is what happens to us when we die. In reality, the greatest mystery is the passage of time.
You don’t win races by wishing, you win them by running faster than everyone else does.
Leaders are limited by their vision rather than by their abilities.