Love children especially, for they too are sinless like the angels; they live to soften and purify our hearts and, as it were, to guide us.
You’ll be fine. You’re 25. Feeling [unsure] and lost is part of your path. Don’t avoid it. See what those feelings are showing you and use it. Take a breath. You’ll be okay. Even if you don’t feel okay all the time.
I release and regulate my emotions by giving myself time to reflect and regenerate
What I love about the sculpture is that it makes the bones that we are always walking and playing on manifest, like in a world that so often denies the reality of death and the reality that we are surrounded by and outnumbered by the dead. Here, is a very playful way of acknowledging that and acknowledging that and that always, whenever we play, whenever we live, we are living in both literal and metaphorical ways on the memory and bones of the dead.
Instead, he would make death his final project, the center point of his days. Since everyone was going to die, he could be of great value, right? He could be research. A human textbook. Study me in my slow and patient demise. Watch what happens to me. Learn with me.
If I were to believe in God enough to call him a murderer, then I might also believe enough that he, as a spirit, exists beyond death; and therefore only he could do it righteously. For the physical being kills a man and hatefully sends him away, whereas God, the spiritual being, kills a man and lovingly draws him nigh.
You need to assess yourself on a yearly basis and see how far you have gone and what you still need to work on
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
Listen. Jennifer reverted, I didn’t mean anything by all of that before. I understand what you were trying to do and … She struggled for the right words. Sweetie, like love, people don’t live inside of life, life lives inside of you. Open yourself up to it and there’s no stopping your heart.
Watching my back is the perfect opportunity to stick a knife in it.
Time is the worst kind of thief, sneaky and effective and gone before you realize what’s been taken.
I am an Epicurean. I consider the genuine (not the imputed) doctrines of Epicurus as containing everything rational in moral philosophy which Greek and Roman leave to us.
Trust has to be earned, and should come only after the passage of time.
I wonder if everyone who faces death hurts like this. It’s as though for the first time I realize how much just being alive makes my body ache. But I don’t want that ache to stop.
The people we’d want to share it all with die before we get it.
O young girl, throw yourself again into the water so that I might have a second time the chance to save the two of us! A second time, eh, what imprudence! Suppose, dear sir, someone actually took our word for it? It would have to be fulfilled. Brr…! the water is so cold! But let’s reassure ourselves. It’s too late now, it will always be too late. Fortunately!
I shaved my head about 15 years ago and the first time I shaved it, I started running my hand through my hair and it was very therapeutic.
So, have a little fun. Soon enough you’ll be dead and burning in Hell with the rest of your family.
It was the nicest thing she could imagine. It made her want to have his babies and give him both of her kidneys.
Our anxiety does not come from thinking about the future, but from wanting to control it.
We spend money that we do not have, on things we do not need, to impress people who do not care.
They suffered with his death and she – she suffered with their reaction to it.
Deserts possess a particular magic, since they have exhausted their own futures, and are thus free of time. Anything erected there, a city, a pyramid, a motel, stands outside time. It’s no coincidence that religious leaders emerge from the desert. Modern shopping malls have much the same function. A future Rimbaud, Van Gogh or Adolf Hitler will emerge from their timeless wastes.
For example, colon cancer is the second leading cause of cancer death in the United States. Every four minutes someone is diagnosed, and every nine minutes someone dies.
And when suddenlythe god stopped her and, with anguish in his cry,uttered the words: ‘He has turned round’ –she comprehended nothing and said softly: ‘Who?
Enjoy the journey and try to get better every day. And don’t lose the passion and the love for what you do.
I can hear a distant whisper, a whisper beyond time.It whispers not to the mind, but to itself.I listen and think I know what it’s saying, but I’m just in the way. Listen, be silent, don’t think.It speaks not to the mind, but to the silence itself.The silence that I am.
Close your eyes, real tight, and then count to three hundred. That’s all you have to do. You just count to three hundred, and when you open your eyes, five minutes will have passed. And even if it hurts or things are shitty or you don’t know what to do, you just made it through five whole minutes. And when it feels like you can’t go on, you just close your eyes and do it again. That’s all you need. Just five minutes at a time.
As a system of philosophy it is not like the Tower of Babel, so daring its high aim as to seek a shelter against God’s anger; but it is like a pyramid poised on its apex.
Loved. You can’t use it in the past tense. Death does not stop that love at all.
Neither moved, as if time was a predator that they could elude by simply standing still.
We are the men of intrinsic value, who can strike our fortunes out of ourselves, whose worth is independent of accidents in life, or revolutions in government: we have heads to get money, and hearts to spend it.
And if one day,’ she said, really crying now, ‘you look back and you feel bad for being so angry, if you feel bad for being so angry at me that you couldn’t even speak to me, then you have to know, Conor, you have to that is was okay. It was okay. That I knew. I know, okay? I know everything you need to tell me without you having to say it out loud.
Every time I hear the fans, it’s exciting. It gives me a great feeling because I know it comes from their heart.
And although I have seen nothing but black crows in my life, it doesn’t mean that there’s no such thing as a white crow. Both for a philosopher and for a scientist it can be important not to reject the possibility of finding a white crow. You might almost say that hunting for ‘the white crow’ is science’s principal task.
If you want to change the fruits, you will first have to change the roots. If you want to change the visible, you must first change the invisible.
My time in Florida was an education in corporate and government corruption.
The most difficult thing is the decision to act, the rest is merely tenacity. The fears are paper tigers. You can do anything you decide to do. You can act to change and control your life; and the procedure, the process is its own reward.
Never give up, for that is just the place and time that the tide will turn.
Life is hard because it cannot last, because it must not last. Its very definition is that which lies tenuously between nonexistence and nonexistence.
Yes, we live, or we’re given the chance to, at least, but sometimes living is hard and complicated because of fear.
When I was One,I had just begun.When I was Two,I was nearly new.When I was ThreeI was hardly me.When I was Four,I was not much more.When I was Five, I was just alive.But now I am Six, I’m as clever as clever,So I think I’ll be six now for ever and ever.
I read all the time that people think I’m arrogant. They say I am cocky, a bad character. I had that from a young age. But when they meet me, they say, ‘That image doesn’t fit you.’
It is the beginning of wisdom when you recognize that the best you can do is choose which rules you want to live by, and it’s persistent and aggravated imbecility to pretend you can live without any.
How does one become a butterfly?’ she asked pensively.’You must want to fly so much that you are willing to give up being a caterpillar.”You mean to die?’ asked Yellow, remembering the three who fell out of the sky.’Yes and No,’ he answered.’What looks like you will die, but what’s really you will still live.
You may have the dark and cold street life, ruled by the lessor light of the moon. During this time I restore my temple, and later awake to greet the awesome radiance of the sun-star.
My uncle was an Indian singer for a long time. He was pretty popular in India. He was one of the first people to take me to my first studio when I first got interested in making beats. My other uncle, on my mom’s side, played piano and keyboard.
While others prayed for the good time coming, I worked for it.
Life and death- what paltry words, what tarnished bookends,what unjust summation for drawing breath one moment and failing to release it the next.
It was perhaps even more of a remarkable phenomenon for being so inconspicuous, so entirely understated. Nothing else had moved backwards, only time. There had been no Charlie Chaplin moments. No pile of broken dishes had reassembled themselves in a stack. No steps had been retraced, no events had repeated themselves, and no stretch of road had been the same. The sun had stayed still or had swung back and forth, and time had travelled backwards as though in a capsule apart from the rest of the world, while every earthly action it encompassed had unfolded with unstoppable forward momentum.
The main problem with this great obsession for saving time is very simple: you can’t save time. You can only spend it. But you can spend it wisely or foolishly.
I carry death in my left pocket. Sometimes I take it out and talk to it: Hello, baby, how you doing? When you coming for me? I’ll be ready.
You know that old saying. Once you go dead, no one’s better in bed.
It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we ourselves are dying.
We fall from womb to tomb, from one blackness and toward another, remembering little of the one and knowing nothing of the other … except through faith.
Death was kind.” He drew a sharp breath. “But no father should have to give such a kindness to his child.