If you’re doing your best, you won’t have any time to worry about failure.
That’s one of the remarkable things about life. It’s never so bad that it can’t get worse.
The only time you really live fully is from thirty to sixty. The young are slaves to dreams; the old servants of regrets. Only the middle-aged have all their five senses in the keeping of their wits.
I’d had nearly four years of experience looking at these clocks, but their sluggishness never ceased to surprise. If I am ever told that I have one day to live, I will head straight to the hallowed halls of Winter Park High School, where a day has been known to last a thousand years.
Size matters in fiction, but so does lack of size. Everything else being equal, fat novels tend to be perceived as serious, very thin ones as more honest, more real. Writers address these age-old expectations by filling their big books with philosophy and cramming their little ones with feeling.
My idea of God is not a divine idea. It has to be shattered time after time. He shatters it Himself.
Time (as is well known) sometimes flies like a bird, sometimes crawls like a worm. But a man feels particularly happy when he doesn’t even notice whether it’s passing quickly or quietly.
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
The loss of a friend is like that of a limb; time may heal the anguish of the wound, but the loss cannot be repaired.
No passion is stronger in the breast of a man than the desire to make others believe as he believes. Nothing so cuts at the root of his happiness and fills him with rage as the sense that another rates low what he prizes high.
Dying for love might be pitiable, but it wasn’t much different, finally, from any other kind of dying.
I don’t believe in life after death. But I do believe in some grinding destiny that watches over us on earth. If I didn’t, the safety valve would give and the boiler would explode.
One of the most spiritual things you can do is embrace your humanity. Connect with those around you today. Say, “I love you”, “I’m sorry”, “I appreciate you”, “I’m proud of you”…whatever you’re feeling. Send random texts, write a cute note, embrace your truth and share it…cause a smile today for someone else…and give plenty of hugs.
You know that look that women get when they want to have sex? Me neither.
Don’t let them win. Don’t let them beat you. Don’t let them steal your magic.
Without causality in the world, there is no point in educating people, or making any moral or political appeal.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
There will be a great loss of learning before the moon’s full cycle is completed. Fire and floods will be fomented by ignorant rulers; much time will go by before it is rectified.
I have not been able to discover whether there exists a precise French equivalent for the common Anglo-American expression ‘killing time.’ It’s a very crass and breezy expression, when you ponder it for a moment, considering that time, after all, is killing us.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
My heart still remembers Time and again As flowers acheTo smell the scent of rain, How it never ends— And never will.
It was sad, too, that this evening would never come again. The night winds were blowing it away. You could not stop the winds and you could not stop Time. It went on and on, — and on. To-morrow night would come and the moon would look down on this spot, — the trees and the grass, the wagon-tracks and the dead campfire. But she would not be here.
Only the disciplined ones in life are free. If you are undisciplined, you are a slave to your moods and your passions.
The fact that life has no meaning is a reason to live –moreover, the only one.
Because there is a larger awareness that transcends time and space, an awareness is available after death.
And I looked out at the dog, and McCoy trying to cradle her in one arm and cut the rope with t’other, and I said, ‘What goes around, comes around, daddy.’ “And he just smiled. A wicked smile. And he nodded. And he kept on driving, turning left onto the road to the church.”
We must make haste then, not only because we are daily nearer to death, but also because the conception of things and the understanding of them cease first.
The question was not death; living things die. It was love. Not that we died, but what we cared wildly, then deeply, for one person out of billions. We bound ourselves to the fickle, changing, and dying as if they were rock.
In the information age, you don’t teach philosophy as they did after feudalism. You perform it. If Aristotle were alive today he’d have a talk show.
The dead person is not truly dead until the last person who rememebers them dies.
You lived what anybody gets, Bernie. You got a lifetime. No more. No less.
[Truth] will keep your soul from withering and dying while you encounter the inevitable tragedy of life. It will help you avoid the terrible desire to seek vengeance for that tragedy-part of the terrible sin of Being, which everything must bear gracefully, just so it can exist.
I think people would live a bit longer if they didn’t know how old they were. Age puts restrictions on things.
Life is not a matter of holding good cards, but of playing a poor hand well.
I had a liberal arts education at Amherst College where I had two majors, mathematics and philosophy.
There is only one success – to be able to spend your life in your own way.
The takeaway from Mynt’s variable derived by modifying Planck’s constant is that it’s not a constant; it’s a variable, and you are the one who shifts it slightly. How you shift determines which timeline you subjectively observe. Conscious awareness determines the rate at which Planck’s constant flickers.
Time passeth swift away;Our life is frail, and we may die to-day.
The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
How much sweeter life would be if it all happened in reverse, if, after decades of disappointments, you finally arrived at an age when you had conceded nothing, when everything was possible.
Gossip is just a tool to distract people who have nothing better to do from feeling jealous of those few of us still remaining with noble hearts.
In the blink of an eye, babies appear in carriages, coffins disappear into the ground, wars are won and lost, and children transform, like butterflies, into adults.The Invention of Hugo Selnick (screenplay Hugo)
Time doesn’t heal emotional pain, you need to learn how to let go.
Will 45 be getting the consequence of coal in his stocking?Will his candles be blown out?If so, it’s about time…And what are the consequences for us–as a country, as human beings–if we fail to hold him accountablefor the consequences of what he wrought?
But spending your life concentrating on death is like watching a whole movie and thinking only about the credits that are going to roll at the end. It’s a mistake of emphasis.
Oh, Life, I am yours. Whatever it is you want of me, I am ready to give.
Man…heats up like a lightbulb: red hot in the twinkling of an eye and cold again in a flash. The female, on the other hand…heats up like an iron. Slowly, over a low heat, like tasty stew. But then, once she has heated up, there’s no stopping her.
Choosing to be positive and having a grateful attitude is going to determine how you’re going to live your life.
I wrote the story myself. It’s about a girl who lost her reputation and never missed it.
Though music transcends language, culture and time, and though notes are the same, Indian music is unique because it is evolved, sophisticated and melodies are defined.
Yes, terrible things happen, but sometimes those terrible things- they save you.