While we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.
He was a philosopher, if you know what that was.’‘A man who dreams of fewer things than there are in heaven and earth,’ said the Savage promptly.‘Quite so…
Time will make it worse! You’re…the other half of his soul. He’s never going to get over you. And no matter how much you hope that you will… you’ll never get over him. You’re going to wake up one day and realize what you’ve done, and you’re going to regret the time you wasted apart from him for the rest of your life.
Here lies a gentleman boldWho was so very braveHe went to lengths untold,And on the brink of the graveDeath had on him no hold.By the world he set small store–He frightened it to the core–Yet somehow, by Fate’s plan,Though he’d lived a crazy man,When he died he was sane once more.
Love is like a flower. Its upright when its in harmony and withered when its dead.
I had no idea how to respond, and opted for a smile, which serves me well on most occasions (not if it’s something to do with death or illness, though — I know that now.)
And the dreams so rich in color. How else would death call you? Waking in the cold dawn it all turned to ash instantly. Like certain ancient frescoes entombed for centuries suddenly exposed to the day.
What ho! I said.What ho! said Motty.What ho! What ho!What ho! What ho! What ho!After that it seemed rather difficult to go on with the conversation.
One of the gravestones in the cemetery near the earliest church has an anchor on it and an hourglass, and the words In Hope.In Hope. Why did they put that above a dead person? Was it the corpse hoping, or those still alive?
The cause of most of man’s unhappiness is sacrificing what he wants most for what he wants now.
What…what about when I’m married?”“We’ll buy a cot. Your husband can sleep on that when he visits.
Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
She herself is a haunted house. She does not possess herself; her ancestors sometimes come and peer out of the windows of her eyes and that is very frightening. She has the mysterious solitude of ambiguous states; she hovers in a no-man’s land between life and death, sleeping and waking.
How terrible, said Eragon, to die alone, separate even from the one who is closest to you.Everyone dies alone, Eragon. Whether you are a king on a battlefield or a lowly peasant lying in bed among your family, no one can accompany you into the void.
The poet’s task is this, my friend, to read his dreams and comprehend. The truest human fancy seems to be revealed to us in dreams: all poems and versification are but true dreams’ interpretation.
A person’s life isn’t orderly …it runs about all over the place, in and out through time. The present’s hardly there; the future doesn’t exist. Only love matters in the bits and pieces of a person’s life.
I’m addicted to the heightened awareness I get when there’s a death consequence. My vision is sharper, and I’m more sensitive to sounds, my sense of balance and the beauty all around me. A lot of my creativity comes from this nearly insane obsession. Something sparkles in my mind, and then nothing else in life matters.
Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
That’s life for you. All the happiness you gather to yourself, it will sweep away like it’s nothing. If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough.
From this outer edge of his life, looking back, there was only one remorse, and that was only that he wished to go on living. Did all dying people feel this way, as if they had never lived? Did life seem that short, indeed, over and done before you took a breath? Did it seem this abrupt and impossible to everyone, or only to himself, here, now, with a few hours left to him for thought and deliberation?
I’m a godmother, that’s a great thing to be, a godmother. She calls me god for short, that’s cute, I taught her that.
Confession is not betrayal. What you say or do doesn’t matter; only feelings matter. If they could make me stop loving you-that would be the real betrayal.
It would be wrong to refuse to face the fact that everything is fundamentally sick and sad.
The state is that great fiction by which everyone tries to live at the expense of everyone else.
It’s okay. We aren’t in the same class. Just don’t forget that some of us watch the sunset too.
Kita melahirkan dan dilahirkan oleh sebuah jiwa yang tidak kita kenalKita adalah teka-teki yang tak teterka oleh siapa pun. Kita adalah dongeng yang terperangkap dalam khayalannya sendiri.Kita adalah apa yang terus berjalan tanpa pernah tiba pada pengertian
She had to choose what, of the things she inherited from the people who came before her, she wanted to bring forward. And what, of the past, she wanted to leave behind.
If you have a goal, write it down. If you do not write it down, you do not have a goal – you have a wish.
No, darling! To die it’s easy… But you have to stuggle for life!
That we must all die, we always knew; I wish I had remembered it sooner.
I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense.
My philosophy is really based on humility. I don’t think we know enough to fix either diagnostics or therapeutics. The future of psychiatry is clinical neuroscience, based on a much deeper understanding of the brain.
A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish – but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.
It used to be about trying to do something. Now it’s about trying to be someone.
Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.
My love is pizza shaped. Won’t you have a slice? It’s circular, so there’s enough to go around.
The chief benefit, which results from philosophy, arises in an indirect manner, and proceeds more from its secret, insensible influence, than from its immediate application.
The human race tends to remember the abuses to which it has been subjected rather than the endearments. What’s left of kisses? Wounds, however, leave scars.
An intelligent man is one who acknowledges his intelligence as that of those who surround him.
How ridiculous and how strange to be surprised at anything which happens in life
You know it’s never fifty-fifty in a marriage. It’s always seventy-thirty, or sixty-forty. Someone falls in love first. Someone puts someone else up on a pedestal. Someone works very hard to keep things rolling smoothly; someone else sails along for the ride.
Death! Strange that there should be such a word, and such a thing, and we ever forget it; that one should be living, warm and beautiful, full of hopes, desires and wants, one day, and the next be gone, utterly gone, and forever!
Tell your friend that in his death, a part of you dies and goes with him. Wherever he goes, you also go. He will not be alone.
No one really has a bad life. Not even a bad day. Just bad moments.
If that’s the case, I understand why emotions are hard for you. You’ve numbed yourself to make room for the grief you carry.
It’s not about whether or not someone is a bigot, but whether or not the argument which that someone is arguing is worth being a bigot about.
You will have five hundred million little bells, and I shall have five hundred million springs of fresh water…
Once the game is over, the King and the pawn go back in the same box.
I once loved a girl who almost loved me, but not as much as she loved John Cusack.
Whoever cannot seek the unforeseen sees nothing for the known way is an impasse.
If you really want to stay the same age you are now forever and ever, she’d be thinking, try jumping off the roof: death’s a sure-fire method for stopping time.
There isn’t an end point to excellence where you have it and you can stop. Being your best self means keeping on trying.
I just want to do something that matters. Or be something that matters. I just want to matter.