I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more…
You’re probably wondering what’s going to happen to you. That’s easy. The same thing is going to happen to you that has happened to every other human being who has ever lived. You’re going to die. We all die. That’s just how it is.
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
A small but noteworthy note. I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
They lived like monkeys still, while their new god powers lay around them in the weeds.
Perhaps what I am about to say will appear strange to you gentlemen, socialists, progressives, humanitarians as you are, but I never worry about my neighbor, I never try to protect society which does not protect me — indeed, I might add, which generally takes no heed of me except to do me harm — and, since I hold them low in my esteem and remain neutral towards them, I believe that society and my neighbor are in my debt.
Then the lover, who is true and no counterfeit, must of necessity be loved by his love.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
[A]ny species that exempts itself from the rules of competition ends up destroying the community in order to support its own expansion.
I’ll tell you something, Harpy,” he said, his voice almost a whisper now. “It never even occurred to me that we wouldn’t make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.
Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
What does it matter where my body happens to be?’ he said. ‘My mind goes on working all the same.
Flow with whatever may happen, and let your mind be free: Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.
The pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Parmenides taught that the only things that are real are things which never change… and the pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Heraclitus taught that everything changes. If you superimpose their two views, you get this result: Nothing is real.
Well, I think that Augusta is not the same golf course that I grew up on. Bobby Jones’ philosophy was giving you space off the tee; if you put it in the right side of the fairway, you ended up getting the right angle to the green.
The violence had broken out in both sides, but our philosophy as a party was very, very clear.
The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
Yeah, the whole family knows. It’s no big deal. One night at dinner I said, ‘Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.’ It was easier for her to understand that way.
People aren’t often asked to make life or death decisions. There are no causes to die for. You can go through life never knowing which of your friends would really come through for you
See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
Never stop just because you feel defeated. The journey to the other side is attainable only after great suffering.
This sadness is one of the great trials of the human experiment. As far as we know, we are the only species on the planet who have been given the gift – or curse, perhaps – of awareness about our own mortality. Everything here eventually dies; we’re just the lucky ones who get to think about this fact every day.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
I wonder if that’s how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.
I don’t want it to win.
You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore
If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That’s what people remember.
My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I’ve freedom unboundCut the laces of life
If no one knows when a person is going to die, how can we say he died prematurely?
My proceeds from the PayPal acquisition were $180 million. I put $100 million in SpaceX, $70m in Tesla, and $10m in Solar City. I had to borrow money for rent.
Witness also that when we talk about literature, we do so in the present tense. When we speak of the dead, we are not so kind.
Some are born weird, some achieve it, others have weirdness thrust upon them.
And meanwhile time goes about its immemorial work of making everyone look and feel like shit.
I’m going to talk to her.And how’s that going to go? You’re just going to walk up to her and say, ‘Hey, I know you’ve never seen me before, but I’m your dad. Oh, and guess what? You’ve won the evolutionary lottery: You’re a vampire. Let’s go to Disneyland!
Sure, I could tell you I am no longer a lesbian or that I am no longer attracted to women and am straight, or I could even tell you the moon is made of cheese. I could tell you many things, but the moon will still not be made of cheese, and I will still not be attracted to men.
.. when all this started, I asked myself, ‘Am I going to withdraw from the world, like most people do, or am I going to live?’ I decided I’m going to live – or at least try to live – the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humour, with composure.
The thing about butterflies, Mr. Crow, is that they need to be admired from afar.
It’s quite simple. Death isn’t what we think it is. It isn’t life which ends but time which stops.
Death would hurt only for a moment, which was not so bad when one considered how much, and for how long, life hurt.
It is wrong to think that love comes from long companionship and persevering courtship. Love is the offspring of spiritual affinity and unless that affinity is created in a moment, it will not be created for years or even generations.
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upon the ashen sun.(“The Testimony of the Suns”)
Yeah, sometimes life really sucks,” she says. “But you know what I’m holding on for?”
I raise my eyebrows.
She raises hers, too, mimicking me.
“The moments that don’t suck,” she says. “The trick is to notice them when they come around.
Character — the willingness to accept responsibility for one’s own life — is the source from which self-respect springs.
A poet might die at twenty-one, a revolutionary or a rock star at twenty four. But after that you assume everything’s going to be all right. you’ve made it past Dead Man’s Curve and you’re out of the tunnel, cruising straight for your destination down a six lane highway whether you want it or not.
There’s not the smallest orb which thou behold’stBut in his motion like an angel sings,Still quiring [making music] to the young-eyed cherubins; Such harmony is in immortal souls,But whilst this muddy vesture of decayDoth grossly close us in, we cannot hear it.
A brainy person does not abuse copyright; instead they respect it and uphold it.