Much of what Karl Popper contributed to the philosophy of science has now passed into mainstream thought, into the currency of that nebulous, tricky ontology known as ‘common sense.’
People are supposed to care. It’s good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they’re gone.
For years I’d understood that publishing in paperback was the kiss of death.
You can’t have living without dying. So you can’t call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road.
When you look at death, it makes you understand the importance of the moment when you have life and death in front of you, and you witness seeing someone deteriorating in front of you – it’s an overwhelming experience. If you don’t learn from that, I don’t know what else you’re gonna learn.
From looking at your neighbor and realizing his true significance, and that he will die, pity and compassion will arise in you for him and finally you will love him.
Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.
At a pivotal time in my life, Barack Obama gave me hope that a boy who grew up like me could still achieve the most important of my dreams. For that, I’ll miss him and the example he set.
Live all you can: it’s a mistake not to. It doesn’t matter what you do in particular, so long as you have had your life. If you haven’t had that, what have you had?
It’s easier to die than to move … at least for the Other Side you don’t need trunks.
If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I’ve heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind. If that’s what dying is like, I wouldn’t mind that at all.
Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friends
Warmblood now a bloodborne death,Will rob your body of it’s breathMark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate
Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.
Strength is Life, Weakness is Death.
Expansion is Life, Contraction is Death.
Love is Life, Hatred is Death.
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.
Whatever your life’s work is, do it well. A man should do his job so well that the living, the dead, and the unborn could do it no better.
But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I’m nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that’s all I’ll be–one big scar of a love gone wrong.
To live is not to breathe but to act. It is to make use of our organs, our senses, our faculties, of all the parts of ourselves which give us the sentiment of our existence. The man who has lived the most is not he who has counted the most years but he who has most felt life.
You humans, always eating. I’ll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working. Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab.Don’t use the same beaker you used for poisons! Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. I mean it!
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
Because you can only die once but you can suffer forever.
‘Tell Suzie she’s a lucky cat.’ Have sexier words ever been spoken?
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.
This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.
You know, I can see more than just the future or the past.Really? I asked, paging through through the papers in the file. Can you also see the present? Because I can do that, too. Like, right now, I sense that I’m in a messy room with a total toolbox.
Dying Speech of an Old PhilosopherI strove with none, for none was worth my strife.Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:I warm’d both hands before the fire of life;It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
You must remember, my own philosophy is that you don’t belong only to yourself. You have an obligation to the society which protected you when you were brought into the world, which taught you, which supported you and nurtured you. You have an obligation to repay it.
…the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision.
The Vietnamese people deeply love independence, freedom and peace. But in the face of United States aggression they have risen up, united as one man.
The art of leaving things alone. Especially when the seas of public or personal life are stormiest. There are whirlwinds in the affairs of men, tempests of the will, and it makes good sense to retire and wait things out in a safe harbour… Let nature or morality take its course.
You must know that I am made of death, from head to foot, and it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!
Never let anybody guess that you have a mind of your own. Above all be pure
It’s true that nothing in this world makes us so necessary to others as the affection we have for them.
There was a lot they didn’t tell you about death, she had discovered, and one of the biggies was how long it took the ones you loved most to die in your heart.
Not ignorance, but ignorance of ignorance, is the death of knowledge.
I believe that everything that you do bad comes back to you. So everything that I do that’s bad, I’m going to suffer from it. But in my mind, I believe what I’m doing is right. So I feel like I’m going to heaven
If you had a million years to do it in, you couldn’t rub out even half the Fuck you signs in the world. It’s impossible.
The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
I have been waiting for death all my life. I do not mean that I actively wish to die, just that I do not really want to be alive.
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go around looking for it, and I think it can be poisonous. I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other, when they fight, ‘Please — a little less love, and a little more common decency’.
I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.
A sign of a lover of wisdom is his delight in not running his mouth about things he doesn’t know.
There is nothing more notable in Socrates than that he found time, when he was an old man, to learn music and dancing, and thought it time well spent.
We each owe a death, there are no exceptions, I know that, but sometimes, oh God, the Green Mile is so long.
But I believe in love, you know; love is a uniquely portable magic. I don’t think it’s in the stars, but I do believe that blood calls to blood and mind calls to mind and heart to heart.
Tomorrow’s not promised. You may love someone; you may have a grudge because of something that they did to you, and it was unfair, but life’s not fair. Life is very short, so clean up your grudges. Let’s not hold them.
Furthermore, in the 13th/19th century philosophy began to see itself as a complete replacement for religion as one can see in the rise of the very idea of ideology at that time, a term used widely today even by Muslims who rarely realize the essentially secular and anti-religious character of the very concept of ideology which has gradually come to replace traditional religion in so many circles.
Nothing seems to me more doubtful than Aristotle’s remark that it is probable the arts and philosophy have several times been discovered and several times lost.