And he said……the greater your unease, the slower that time goes.
What’s the use of a great city having temptations if fellows don’t yield to them?
Not from Hades’ black and universal lake can you lift him. Not by groaning, not by prayers. Yet you run yourself out in a grief with no cure, no time-limit, no measure. It is a knot no one can untie. Why are you so in love with things unbearable?
A life is not important except in the impact it has on other lives.
Trying to please everybody is what you’ll soon get tired of, because as time goes on, those you’re pleasing will get tired of you.
Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.
Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it.
The most frightening Enemy, the most neutral Companion and the best Friend: Time.
I’d always written how grief was hollow. How it was a vast cavern of nothing. But I was wrong. Grief was the exact opposite. It was full and heavy and drowning because it wasn’t the absence of everything you lost – it was the combination of it all, your love, your happiness, your bittersweets, wound tight like a knotted ball of yarn.- Florence Day
It’s a weird phrase in English, in love, like it’s a sea you drown in or a town you live in. You don’t get to be in anything else—in friendship or in anger or in hope. All you can be in is love.
Be a warrior when it comes to delivering on your ambitions. And a saint when it comes to treating people with respect, modeling generosity, and showing up with outright love.
My philosophy is not a bean-counting, accounting ‘look at this.’ It is a philosophy that smaller government is better government, and government that is closer to the people is best of all.
No one has ever loved anyone the way everyone wants to be loved.
The Vietnamese soldier said, “Before I spoke to her, I had given her a cooked ration of rice. Instead of her being grateful for the meal, she abused me! What gives with these Kampuchean People?”(A Gracious Enemy & After the War Volume Two)
If you set yourself to it, you can live the same life, rich or poor. You can keep on with your books and your ideas. You just got to say to yourself, “I’m a free man in here” – he tapped his forehead – “and you’re all right.
This emotion I’m feeling now, this is love, right?I don’t know. Is it a longing? Is it a giddy stupid happiness just because you’re with me?Yes, she said.That’s influenza, said Miro. Watch for nausea or diarrhea within a few hours.
Any foolish boy can stamp on a beetle, but all the professors in the world cannot make a beetle.
My philosophy is my learning process. Until you die, you must evolve and improve.
The stories shatter. Or you wear them out or leave them behind. Over time the story of the memory loses its power. Over time you become someone else. Only when the honey turns to dust are you free.
I realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor, browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don’t even know it.
Life is like an ice-cream cone, you have to lick it one day at a time.
Just because life is hard, and always ends in a bad way, doesn’t mean that all stories have to, even if that’s what they tell us in school and in the New York Times Review. In fact, it’s a good thing that stories are as different as we are, one from another.
I have never killed anybody, it is true, but it is because I lacked the courage or the time, not because I lacked the desire
Passion is a feeling that tells you: this is the right thing to do. Nothing can stand in my way. It doesn’t matter what anyone else says. This feeling is so good that it cannot be ignored. I’m going to follow my bliss and act upon this glorious sensation of joy.
I was his exception, and as much as I had tried to fight my feelings, he was mine.
By freeze-framing the image of our lifestyle, by stopping our mental clock at times and letting time flow, ‘psychological’ time can replace ‘chronological’ time and our human condition can be called into question. This opens the door to a new challenge and a new future. ( Svp Arrêt sur image )
…the passage of time, which transformed the volatile present into that finished, unalterable painting called the past, a canvas man always executed blindly, with erratic brushstrokes that only made sense when one stepped far enough away from it to be able to admire it as a whole.
On some days you get what you want, and on others, you get what you need.
Don’t waste your time with explanations: people only hear what they want to hear.
A tremendous mystery unfolds in front of our senses every waking hour of our lives; a mystery more profound, more tantalizing, more penetrating and urgent than any novel or thriller. This unfolding mystery is nature’s challenge to us. Are we paying enough attention to it?
The moment we begin to fear the opinions of others and hesitate to tell the truth that is in us, and from motives of policy are silent when we should speak, the divine floods of light and life no longer flow into our souls.
I feel the terror of idleness,like a red thirst.Death isn’t just an idea.
We’re both as tall as most men here in 1801, so we can make it work.
You ask ‘Are you a man or a demon?’ Neither, I say. I have woken up, and the rest of you are sleeping, and that is the only difference between us.
The most important reason for going from one place to another is to see what’s in between, and they took great pleasure in doing just that.
Those who shun the whimsy of things will experience rigor mortis before death.
One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: that word is love.
Because this is another thing your average American man in crisis does: he tries to go home, forgetting, momentarily, that he is the reason he left home in the first place, that the home is not his anymore, and that the crisis is him.
One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.
I lied and said I was busy.I was busy;but not in a way most people understand.I was busy taking deeper breaths.I was busy silencing irrational thoughts.I was busy calming a racing heart.I was busy telling myself I am okay.Sometimes, this is my busy -and I will not apologize for it.
We know about the wildlife for God’s sake!” screamed Aideen. “We’re being attacked by a feckin’ pack of chimpanzees right now! Get us out of here!
Man is the measure of all things’, said the Sophist Protagora (c. 485-410 B.C.). By that he meant that the question of whether a thing is right or wrong, good or bad, must always be considered in relation to a person’s needs.
Maybe, all alone, your story is on the small side. Most stories, taken by themselves, can feel that way. Like how an island that stands alone in a huge sea can look small. But if you stop looking at that one island and instead see how it’s part of a whole archipelago, how the Pacific is filled with islands, then you might start to notice how big your story actually is. How much space and time and how many connections it covers.
What is the world of the spirits? It is nothing I know about. I don’t know what spirit is.Spirit is what matter does.
Maybe I should, I don’t know leave? Because this is starting to sound like one of those reality shows I don’t want to be in. Maybe you guys want to take turns in the confessional booth.
And this evening when I close my eyes against the darkness and think about her, I’ll imagine iridescent wings fluttering, if only for a moment, against cloudless blue skies.
No matter how long you train someone to be brave, you never know if they are or not until something real happens.
Oh God, Oh God we’re all gonna die doesn’t really fit the definition of banter, now does it?
Just take your time – wave comes. Let the other guys go, catch another one.
The fallen angel becomes a malignant devil. Yet even that enemy of God and man had friends and associates in his desolation; I am alone.
Take care of the sense and the sounds will take care of themselves.
Time is a constant force, like two poles connected by an elastic string. Taking a pause in life is like stretching that string, gathering energy to propel us forward with greater force and speed.
All things of the body stream away like a river, all things of the mind are dreams and delusion; life is warfare, and a visit to a strange land; the only lasting fame is oblivion.
I’d rather learn from one bird how to sing
than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance
A beautiful idea can give you immortality—not success or money.
I am sitting with a philosopher in the garden; he says again and again ‘I know that that’s a tree’, pointing to a tree that is near us. Someone else arrives and hears this, and I tell him: ‘This fellow isn’t insane. We are only doing philosophy.
It used to be thought that hell was a lack of God, but hell is a lack of death.