There is not a day or night but a doe offers her life for her kittens, or some honest captain of Owsla his life for his Chief Rabbit’s. Sometimes it is taken, sometimes it is not. But there is no bargain, for here, what is, is what must be.
Laughter and tears are both responses to frustration and exhaustion. I myself prefer to laugh, since there is less cleaning up to do afterward.
Death cuts off possibilities. Even if they were possibilities you never meant to act on, it feels differentwhen they’re gone.
Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?
Anyway, I’m sort of glad they’ve got the atomic bomb invented. If there’s ever another war, I’m going to sit right the hell on top of it. I’ll volunteer for it, I swear to God I will.
The old man slowly raised himself from the piano stool, fixed those cheerful blue eyes piercingly and at the same time with unimaginable friendliness upon him, and said: Making music together is the best way for two people to become friends. There is none easier. That is a fine thing. I hope you and I shall remain friends. Perhaps you too will learn how to make fugues, Joseph.
It’s not that we have to quit this life one day, it’s how many things we have to quit all at once: holding hands, hotel rooms, music, the physics of falling leaves, vanilla and jasmine, poppies, smiling, anthills, the color of the sky, coffee and cashmere, literature, sparks and subway trains… If only one could leave this life slowly!
In a universe of ambiguity, this kind of certainty comes only once, and never again, no matter how many lifetimes you live.
One death is too many – and with careful management and a lot of luck, the coronavirus sweeping the globe will be curbed, in terms of illness and loss of life.
Only the previous day, Arch had found him in a spirit-dance corral, blistering the creatures to the point of death, such was his need to touch and destroy.
What I mean to say is, we had been considerable. Had been loved. Not lonely, not lost, not freakish, but wise, each in his or her own way. Our departures caused pain. Those who had loved us sat upon their beds, heads in hand; lowered their faces to tabletops, making animal noises. We had been loved, I say, and remembering us, even many years later, people would smile, briefly gladdened at the memory.
When something needs to be said, you look for a man to say it. But when something needs actually to be done, you look for a woman.
We need to help people to discover the true meaning of love. Love is generally confused with dependence. Those of us who have grown in true love know that we can love only in proportion to our capacity for independence.
I’m always a big fan of if you approach somebody politely about something and you’re not a nudge – you’re just pretty honest and simple, my kind of philosophy is that I’m not afraid of ‘no,’ and that’s way different than ‘I won’t take no for an answer.’
It is the job of thinking people not to be on the side of the executioners.
Hanya orang-orang dengan hati damailah yang boleh menerima kejadian buruk dengan lega.
You might be tempted to avoid the messiness of daily living for the tranquility of stillness and peacefulness. This of course would be an attachment to stillness, and like any strong attachment, it leads to delusion. It arrests development and short-circuits the cultivation of wisdom.
If the rest of your brain were conscious, it would probably regard you as the pointy-haired boss from Dilbert
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.
; the man who does not understand a woman is happy to replace his subjective deficiency with an objective resistance; instead of admitting his ignorance, he recognizes the presence of a mystery exterior to himself: here is an excuse that flatters his laziness and vanity at the same time.
It might seem odd that in cities teetering at the edge of the abyss young people still go to class—in this case an evening class on corporate identity and product branding—but that is the way of things, with cities as with life, for one moment we are pottering about our errands as usual and the next we are dying, and our eternally impending ending does not put a stop to our transient beginnings and middles until the instant when it does.
Little sleep’s-head sprouting hair in the moonlight,when I come backwe will go out together,we will walk out together among,the ten thousand things,each scratched too late with such knowledge, the wages of dying is love.
Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.
I would not think that philosophy and reason themselves will be man’s guide in the foreseeable future; however, they will remain the most beautiful sanctuary they have always been for the select few.
I know that I shall die struggling for breath, and I know that I shall be horribly afraid. I know that I shall not be able to keep myself from regretting bitterly the life that has brought me to such a pass; but I disown that regret. I now, weak, old, diseased, poor, dying, hold still my soul in my hands, and I regret nothing.
She had no time for sleep, with the weight of the world upon her shoulders. And she feared to dream. Sleep is a little death, dreams the whisperings of the Other, who would drag us all into his eternal night.
My philosophy is: It’s none of my business what people say of me and think of me.
We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn’t love much at all.
As for my own part I care not for death, for all men are mortal; and though I be a woman yet I have as good a courage answerable to my place as ever my father had. I am your anointed Queen. I will never be by violence constrained to do anything. I thank God I am indeed endowed with such qualities that if I were turned out of the realm in my petticoat I were able to live in any place in Christendom.
There are two ways to live a life either forget everything or, remember nothing.
…but there they lay, sprawled across the field, craved far more by the vultures than by wives.
Let people be the pursuits of happiness, you be the pursuit of perfection.
My philosophy is, don’t take no for an answer and be willing to sacrifice your entire project for freedom.
He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.
The only thing that makes life possible is permanent, intolerable uncertainty: not knowing what comes next.
Do what you feel in your heart to be right – for you’ll be criticized anyway.
I was never ignorant, as far as being experienced in classrooms and learning about different subjects and actually soaking it up, so I checked into college for a little bit. I took classes at a community college in West L.A. I took psychology, English, and philosophy.
It was said that life was cheap in Ankh-Morpork. This was of course, completely wrong. Life was often very expensive; you could get death for free.
‘Dreamsongs’ allows me to show the scope of my writing – with personal commentary that puts the works in context and includes some autobiographical details intended to reveal how each piece came to be, what it represents, and how it has formed, or been informed by, my philosophy of writing.
Be careful about reading health books. Some fine day you’ll die of a misprint.
And there are so much easier ways to destroy a woman. You don’t have to rape her or kill her; you don’t even have to beat her. You can just marry her. You don’t even have to do that. You can just let her work in your office for thirty-five dollars a week.
You define your own life. Don’t let other people write your script.
The poets’ scrolls will outlive the monuments of stone. Genius survives; all else is claimed by death.
He never sleeps, the judge. He is dancing, dancing. He says that he will never die.
You have to rise above the squabbling and chaos, and keep believing. You have to always keep your goals in mind.” -Hera, goddess of marriage
I have lived with you and loved you, and now you are gone. Gone where I cannot follow, until I have finished all of my days.
I know who you are and I am ready. Not that I want to go, of course, but I will come. Those souls are always light because more of them have been put out.
When you love someone, its never over. You move on, because you have to but you take them with you in your heart
Buttercup’s mother whirled on him. ‘Did you forget to pay your taxes?’ (This was after taxes. But everything is after taxes. Taxes were here even before stew.)
Always ask the questions you want to, life is too short to know if you’ll get a second chance to ask , and afterlife is probably too long to wonder what the answer may be.