Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Where have I gone wrong’.
Then a voice says to me, ‘This is going to take more than one night.
I can blend words easily with my pen, and show concepts from deep within. Yet not everyone gets the message I send. So why do I even let these words begin? Maybe they will soak in one day at the right time. When the readers on a new path to find. So for now I’ll continue to drop ink and not worry about what other people think.
That is a death I will think of often and with great fondness.
When I came back to Dublin I was courtmartialed in my absence and sentenced to death in my absence, so I said they could shoot me in my absence.
We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, handsome, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be?
I died. I died and someone made a clerical error and I am in Heaven.
Then on your tombstone, where you only get a little bit of space to sum up your life, some wax-faced creep chisels a set of meaningless numbers instead of poetry or a secret love or the name of your favorite candy. In the end, all you get is a few words.
I wish to live to 150 years old, but the day I die, I wish it to be with a cigarette in one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.
I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death… . I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break, and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter–the Eternity they have entered–where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fulness.
Your conscience is the measure of the honesty of your selfishness.
Listen to it carefully.
A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.
Any customer can have a car painted any colour that he wants so long as it is black.
That’s how I want to go. Taking my own way out and totally pissing everybody off at the end.
She was lost now, she’d been silenced- another dead branch on Cordova’s warped tree.
Think of the glory. Think of your reputation. Think how great it’ll look on your next resume.On my cenotaph, you mean. Nobody will be able to collect enough of my scattered atoms to bury. You going to cover my funeral expenses, son?Splendidly. Banners, dancing girls, and enough beer to float your coffin to Valhalla.- Miles coaxing Ky Tung to agree to an almost suicidal mission
You asked me to go out with you. I know you probably changed your mind. But you should know, the answer was yes. It’s always been yes when it comes to you.
How can you trust me, after what your own brother did to you?”
“Because he was false”, said Damen, “and you are true. I have never known a truer man.
If anyone stops us, as long as we mumble something pretentious about the glory of death, we should be fine.
I will not let her speak because I love her, and when you love someone, you do not make them tell war stories. A war story is a black space. On the one side is before and on the other side is after, and what is inside belongs only to the dead.
I just hope I remember to tell my kids that they are as happy as I look in my old photographs. And I hope that they believe me.
The world was becoming a very puzzling place for me. I didn’t understand why bad people were allowed to tell good people what to do. What kind of world would allow that to happen?
I basked in you;I loved you, helplessly, with a boundless tongue-tied love.And death doesn’t prevent me from loving you.Besides, in my opinion you aren’t dead.(I know dead people, and you are not dead.)
This is what you remember of the people you love when they’re gone—the ways they knew you that no one else did—even you. In that way, their passing is a death of a piece of yourself.
One of the penalties of refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.
I always knew, on some level, that I wouldn’t live long. It’s simply not written in my stars.
I’ve got death inside me. It’s just a question of whether or not I can outlive it.
Money may not buy happiness, but I’d rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.
It’s a profound privilege to die from stress related diseases. It is the elimination of other causes of death such as infectious disease which is responsible for bringing lifestyle diseases to the fore – and these are exquisitely sensitive to stress.
There may be times when we are powerless to prevent injustice, but there must never be a time when we fail to protest.
You are enough to drive a saint to madness or a king to his knees.
Because there was a hunger in me to see everything and do everything. I wanted to be everyone I saw. I wasn’t enough for me. Can you understand that?
A breeze blows up, touching my cheek like a little child’s kiss. It flutters a piece of paper. Trash, out there? Must belong to one of us. We move closer, and when I reached for it, I find…… a perfect paper airplane.
Per aspera ad astra, Papa,’ I whispered. Through hardship to the stars.
Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it’s time for them to be hurt.
Fear seems to have many causes. Fear of loss, fear of failure, fear of being hurt, and so on, but ultimately all fear is the ego’s fear of death, of annihilation. To the ego, death is always just around the corner. In this mind-identified state, fear of death affects every aspect of your life.
Some girls are full of heartache and poetry and those are the kind of girls who try to save wolves instead of running away from them.
Never judge someone’s character based on the words of another. Instead, study the motives behind the words of the person casting the bad judgment.
Don’t be afraid of the shadows, that only means there’s a light nearby.
Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. Thats why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die ,die..
I can do pain. That’s the easy part of life. It’s everything else, happiness, laughter, love, that’s fucking complicated.
Fear doesn’t shut you down; it wakes you up. I’ve seen it. It’s fascinating.” He releases me but doesn’t pull away, his hand grazing my jaw, my neck. “Sometimes I just…want to see it again. Want to see you awake.
While death and darkness girdle meI grope for immortality.
No one is without troubles, without personal hardships and genuine challenges. That fact may not be obvious because most people don’t advertise their woes and heartaches. But nobody, not even the purest heart, escapes life without suffering battle scars.
Caution not spirit, let it roam wild; for in that natural state dance embraces divine frequency.
You’re only here for a short visit. Don’t hurry, don’t worry. And be sure to smell the flowers along the way.
Fuck it… That’s really the attitude that keeps a family together, it’s not “we love each other”, it’s just “fuck it, man.
Stop longing. You poison today’s ease, reaching always for tomorrow.
Tonight I saw myself in the dark window asthe image of my father, whose lifewas spent like this,thinking of death, to the exclusionof other sensual matters,so in the end that lifewas easy to give up, sinceit contained nothing: evenmy mother’s voice couldn’t make himchange or turn backas he believedthat once you can’t love another human beingyou have no place in the world.
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.
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.