Be not deceived, Wormwood, our cause is never more in jeopardy than when a human, no longer desiring but still intending to do our Enemy’s will, looks round upon a universe in which every trace of Him seems to have vanished, and asks why he has been forsaken, and still obeys.
We go by the will of the black rabbit. When he calls you, you have to go
Our most significant opportunities will be found in times of greatest difficulty.
To touch the soul of another human being is to walk on holy ground.
Where is Polonius? HAMLET In heaven. Send hither to see. If your messenger find him not there, seek him i’ th’ other place yourself. But if indeed you find him not within this month, you shall nose him as you go up the stairs into the lobby.
Oh, we do not understand death, we never understand it; creatures are only truly dead when everyone else has died who knew them.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself…
You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
The death of a language. The word has the same kind of reluctant resonance as it has when we talk about the death of a person. And indeed, that’s how it should be. For that’s how it is. A language dies only when the last person who speaks it dies.
The way to work with a bully is to take the ball and go home. First time, every time. When there’s no ball, there’s no game. Bullies hate that. So they’ll either behave so they can play with you or they’ll go bully someone else.
I have never voted in my life… I have always known and understood that the idiots are in a majority so it’s certain they will win.
Dude, you don’t want to be dead. Take it from me. No-pussy is bad. But dead is like no-pussy times ten.
Her hands crept around his neck, tangling in his hair to keep him closer, even though she knew that beautiful boys with expiration dates couldn’t be held, only borrowed for a time.
The Question of Sigmund Freud, namely what Women want, can’t be answered with Certainty in my View, because too often, they don’t even know (what they want[?]) themselves — but you can say what they need, namely passionate Warmth & passionate Coldness, in the right Degrees, at the right Time.. Probably what they need, is also what they want.
Life’s greatest tragedy is not that it will someday end, but that most only live to follow directions and sometimes we end up totally lost.
I’m running late, but there’s always time to scribble weird messages in guest signage books. Also, am I really late? The Catholic Church added a thousand years to history, so I figure I’m actually way ahead of schedule.
Fate, Blue replied, glowering at her mother, is a very weighty word to throw around before breakfast.
There is absolutely no worse death curse than the humdrum daily existence of the living dead.
I was perfectly content before I was born, and I think of death as the same state. What I am grateful for is the gift of intelligence, and for life, love, wonder, and laughter. You can’t say it wasn’t interesting. My lifetime’s memories are what I have brought home from the trip.
Caring was a thing with claws. It sank them in, and didn’t let go. Caring hurt more than a knife to the leg, more than a few broken ribs, more than anything that bled or broke and healed again. Caring didn’t break you clean. It was a bone that didn’t set, a cut that wouldn’t close.
The stillness and stasis of bed are the perfect opposite of travel: inertia is what I’ve come to consider the default mode, existentially and electronically speaking. Bed, its utter inactivity, offers a glimpse of eternity, without the drawback of being dead.
Nothing was ordinary, since nothing had ever happened to me.
I think anyone who opened their heart enough to love without restraint and subsequently were devastated by loss knows that in that moment you are forever changed; a apart of you is no longer whole. Some will never again love with that level of abandon where life is perceived as innocent and the threat of loss seems implausible. Love and loss, therefore, are linked.
After a long pause in which he took the time to blink several times, he asked, You named your breasts?I turned my back to him with a shrug. I named my ovaries, too, but they don’t get out as much.
I believe that words are strong, that they can overwhelm what we fear when fear seems more awful than life is good.
A sin is nothing more than regret. Not for doing it once, but doing it again when you know you’re going to regret it.
Society has arisen out of the works of peace; the essence of society is peacemaking. Peace and not war is the father of all things. Only economic action has created the wealth around us; labor, not the profession of arms, brings happiness. Peace builds, war destroys.
As a breath on glass, -As witch-fires that burn,The gods and monsters pass,Are dust, and return.(“The Face of the Skies”)
Bullfighting is the only art in which the artist is in danger of death and in which the degree of brilliance in the performance is left to the fighter’s honor.
That brain of mine is something more than merely mortal, as time will show.
The real hell of this, he told her, is that you’re going to get through it.
What I loved, aside from the work of making, was the self-forgetfulness of the labour, the immersion in a kind of trance of attention that was as unlike daily thinking as dream logic is to waking.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.
The problems of today’s youth were no longer a Sunday supplement, or a news broadcast, or anything so remote and intangible. They were suddenly become a dirty, shivering boy, who told us that in this world we had built for him with our sweat and our blood, he was not only tired of living, but so unscared of dying that he did it daily, sometimes for recreation.
L.A. kills people.’ Jacaranda said. ‘You’re lucky you’re leaving. You’ll be able to write.’She looked paler, going through another depression, smoking in bed in her lilac room. The walls were the color of her veins. She was getting too thin, even for the modeling. . .Jacaranda died last winter when the flowering trees were bare. You couldn’t even tell which ones once cried the purple blossoms she named herself after.
When she fucked up all those years ago, just a little girl terrified into paralysis, she fell onto the enigma of herself.
Problems in science are sometimes made easier by adding complications.
Slowly we became silent, and silence itself if an enemy to friendship.
Things change after you die, though, I guess because dying is the loneliest thing you can do.
These were reflections that required some time to soften; but time will do almost every thing…
I don’t say goodbye very easily, Anna. Not gracefully or prettily.Goodbye tears your heart out and leaves it a feast for carrion birds who happen by.
Her happiness floated like waves of ocean along the coast of her life. She found lyrics of her life in his arms but she never sung her song.
The worst part of success is trying to find someone who is happy for you.
Time doesn’t pass; its relativity is ever-present. It is we who pass by and are pierced by it. Like the slow fall of sand through an hourglass, our breath marks the rhythm of our fleeting existence.
Time passes.Although, time never does anything else. This is a one-way street. In one of the definitions of time that I have read somewhere – the continuous and essentially irrevocable progression of existence and events from the past to the future via the present moment – my attention is drawn to the word ‘irrevocable’. For this reason alone, time should come with a warning label.
I had to philosophize. Otherwise, I could not live in this world.
You, why are you so afraid of war and slaughter? Even if all the rest of us drop and die around you, grappling for the ships, you’d run no risk of death: you lack the heart to last it out in combat—coward!
Flowers that grow where old ones have withered serve to remind us that death will one day come to us all.
Not every field is worth digging. Preserve your energy and time for worthwhile missions.
Covid time was not a fun time, I’ll say that much. There was probably a week and a half there that was pretty miserable. And obviously I wouldn’t want anyone to have to go through that.
On the whole human beings want to be good, but not too good, and not quite all the time.
Have the courage to say no. Have the courage to face the truth. Do the right thing because it is right. These are the magic keys to living your life with integrity.
Time is a created thing. To say I don’t have time, is like saying, I don’t want to
Life is a magical journey, so travel endlessly to unfold its profound and heart touching beauty.
The world had ended, so why had the battle not ceased, the castle fallen silent in horror, and every combatant laid down their arms? Harry’s mind was in freefall, spinning out of control, unable to grasp the impossibility, because Fred Weasley could not be dead, the evidence of all his senses must be lying—
Right now, it’s hard to imagine that it is raining anywhere in the world.
He had been bored, that’s all, bored like most people. Hence he had made himself out of whole cloth a life full of complications and drama. Something must happen – and that explains most human commitments. Something must happen, even loveless slavery, even war or death. Hurray then for funerals!
I think a scientist’s job is to explore the Universe, to explore the cosmos around us. People always want to know – why is that useful? Well, on just pure fundamental grounds, on some level it’s like art, it’s like umm, music, it’s aesthetics, it’s like philosophy. You want to know where you are in the Universe.
True happiness, we are told, consists in getting out of one’s self; but the point is not only to get out – you must stay out; and to stay out you must have some absorbing errand.
I’ve got a theory that if you give 100% all of the time, somehow things will work out in the end.
There’s a whole category of people who miss out by not allowing themselves to be weird enough.