But at my back I always hear Time’s wingèd chariot hurrying near; And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Sometimes we feel lonely,Like another brickAnother wallLike no one needs you at all.Life isn’t supposed to be like that,Just think for a while;You’re the brick the wall needs,You’re a masterpiece.Open your eyes,And you’ll seeAll the love around you;It was all the time beside you,You were too blind to realizeDon´t you?
Before you dash away to shop, take a moment to stop and smell the gingerbread.
Susannah continued. If and when I go off slow dancing in the ever after, I don’t want to look like I’ve been stuck in a hospital room my whole life. I at least want to be tan.
It’s not that some people have willpower and some don’t… It’s that some people are ready to change and others are not.
A photograph shouldn’t be just a picture, it should be a philosophy.
Space is big. You just won’t believe how vastly, hugely, mind-bogglingly big it is. I mean, you may think it’s a long way down the road to the chemist’s, but that’s just peanuts to space.
Aim for the skies. Dare to start. Start even when you do not know how to fly. Start even when you have no clue how things will work out. Start, even when you may not see the light. Start even when it gets very tough. Start, even when others begin to doubt what was laid in your heart. Just start. Start right now, and the rest will follow as time goes by.
Life, like a dome of many-coloured glassStains the white radiance of Eternity,Until Death tramples it to fragments.- Adonais
There are two tragedies in life. One is to lose your heart’s desire. The other is to gain it.
Seems like everything lead up to this dayand it’s just like every day that’s ever been.Sun goin’ up and then the sunit goin’ down.
When men shake hands with time, time crushesThem like tumblers; little pieces of glass.
He who is not courageous enough to take risks will accomplish nothing in life.
Life is an adventure of passion, risk, danger, laughter, beauty, love; a burning curiosity to go with the action to see what it is all about, to go search for a pattern of meaning, to burn one’s bridges because you’re never going to go back anyway, and to live to the end.
It was an indulgence, learning last words. Other people had chocolate; I had dying declarations.
Another [change] affects Chip and Joanna Gaines. This couple, who had reached unfathomable heights of popularity with their ‘Fixer Upper’ TV program in the 21st century, are instead homeless and living in a large cardboard box behind the Waco, Texas, bus station.”“That’s harsh,” said Eddie. “What did they do to deserve that?”“Nothing. It’s just one of those undesirable consequences that we could not avoid. It was either that or lose Australia.
Perhaps it’s better if I live in your heart, where the world can’t see me. If I’m dead, there will be no stain on our love.
We never shall have any more time. We have, and we have always had, all the time there is.
We’re gonna make up for that. We’re gonna live a long time together.
The bustle in a houseThe morning after deathIs solemnest of industriesEnacted upon earth,–The sweeping up the heart,And putting love awayWe shall not want to use againUntil eternity
Our intonations contain our philosophy of life, what each of us is constantly telling himself about things.
Excuse me? Tonight you represent every dateless woman in this city, every woman who’s about to sit down to a lonely meal of Weight Watchers past primavera she’s just nuked in the microwave. Every woman who will get into bed tonight with a book or reruns of Sex and the City as her only companion. You are our shining hope….But no pressure.
There are two mindsets people tend to have: explorer or settler. Our society has a “settler” mindset, our end goals are “finalizing” (home, marriage, career, etc.) in a world that was made for evolution, in selves that do nothing but grow and expand and change. People with “explorer” mindsets are able to actually enjoy what they have and experience it fully because they are inherently unattached
Men have such a good opinion of themselves, of their mental superiority and intellectual depth; they believe themselves so skilled in discerning the true from the false, the path of safety from those of error, that they should be forbidden as much as possible the perusal of philosophic writings.
Every individual, however original he may be, is still a child of God, of his age, of his nation, of his family and friends. Only thus is he truly himself. If in all this relativity he tries to be the absolute, then he becomes ridiculous.
A man could be a lover and defender of the wilderness without ever in his lifetime leaving the boundaries of asphalt, powerlines, and right-angled surfaces. We need wilderness whether or not we ever set foot in it. We need a refuge even though we may never need to set foot in it. We need the possibility of escape as surely as we need hope; without it the life of the cities would drive all men into crime or drugs or psychoanalysis.
That’s why I admired that kid who spelled it wrong on purpose so he could sit down. He knew he wasn’t going to win, so why stand there for 3 hours. First round. “Cat, K-A-T, I’m outta here.” Then as he passed you, “Ha! I know there’s 2 T’s.
Accustom yourself continually to make many acts of love, for they enkindle and melt the soul.
Whenever you see flies or insects in a still life—a wilted petal, a black spot on the apple—the painter is giving you a secret message. He’s telling you that living things don’t last—it’s all temporary. Death in life. That’s why they’re called natures mortes. Maybe you don’t see it at first with all the beauty and bloom, the little speck of rot. But if you look closer—there it is.
Who do you spend time with? Criticizers or encouragers? Surround yourself with those who believe in you. Your life is too important for anything less.
Pull up a chair. Take a taste. Come join us. Life is so endlessly delicious.
I wish I understood why you buy all this stuff.For the same reason I married you, she murmured. To help pass the time.
What is a fear of living? It’s being preeminently afraid of dying. It is not doing what you came here to do, out of timidity and spinelessness. The antidote is to take full responsibility for yourself – for the time you take up and the space you occupy. If you don’t know what you’re here to do, then just do some good.
Complainers change their complaints, but they never reduce the amount of time spent in complaining.
Together, Light and Knowledge are Inanimate, Intangible, and Inseparable.
I’m thinking how beautiful the world is, Eben; and how it keeps on being beautiful–no matter what happens to us. The spring comes year after year, for us, or Egypt; the sun goes down in the same green, lovely sky; the birds sing…for us, or yesterday…or for yesterday…or for tomorrow. It was never made for anything but beauty, Eben–whether we lived now, or long ago.
First a warning, musical; then the hour, irrevocable. The leaden circles dissolved in the air.
Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)
Trout was petrified there on Forty-second Street. It had given him a
life not worth living, but I had also given him an iron will to live. This
was a common combination on the planet Earth.
Is there life before death? That’s chalked upIn Ballymurphy. Competence with pain,Coherent miseries, a bite and a sup,We hug our little destiny again.
Losing someone you love is harder. One minute they’re there, the next they’re gone. There were times I wished they would rise up from the dead.
Thousands of people are being buried and no one attends the funerals,’ said one of the soldiers. ‘In peacetime it’s the other way round: one coffin and a hundred people carrying flowers.
I wished that my own bones were unbound, I wished they were mingling, picked clean by fish, with the bones of another body, a body my bones and heart and soul had loved with unfathomable certainty for decades, and both of us down deep now, lost to everything but the fact of bare bones on a dark seabed.
No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.
Only we pass through time, measuring our growth and observing our disappearance. Time does not pass. Time does not measure us; instead, we measure time and are the measure of time.
Men can starve from a lack of self-realization as much as they can from a lack of bread.
If I touch a burning candleI can feel no painIf you cut me with a knifeIt’s still the sameAnd I know her heart is beatingAnd I know that I am deadYet the pain here that I feelTry and tell me it’s not realAnd it seems I still have a tear to shed
WHAT FOR IS THIS BOX PADDED? IS IT TO BE SAT ON? CAN IT BE THAT IT IS CAT-FLAVOURED?
Adapt what is useful, reject what is useless, and add what is specifically your own.
A country that relies on aid? Death is better than that. It stops you from achieving your potential, just as colonialism did.