How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement – no matter how temporary.
This time it is real — all must die, and where could mountaineer find a more glorious death!
Some people insist that ‘mediocre’ is better than ‘best.’ They delight in clipping wings because they themselves can’t fly. They despise brains because they have none.
I’ll come and make love to you at five o’clock. If I’m late start without me.
Being a detective isn’t all about torture and murder and monsters. Sometimes it gets truly unpleasant…The fate of the world may depend on whether or not you can bring yourself to visit your relatives.
I lived for two years in an abandoned gas station with no running water and no electricity after my parents got divorced and my stepdad couldn’t get a job. So I think a lot about families like mine who were middle class and struggled. So that experience really drives my philosophy.
Do you know where your breakthrough begins? Your breakthrough begins where your excuses ends.
Too much of water hast thou poor Ophelia, and therefore I forbid my tears.But yet it is our trick, let shame say what it will. when these are gone the women will be out!Adieu my lord, I have a speech of fire that fane would blaze, But that this folly doubts it.
Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?
For if the darkness and corruption leaveA vestige of the thoughts that once I had,Better by far you should forget and smileThan that you should remember and be sad.
What makes you think that Valentine’s change of plans had anything to do with your brother? Because only Jace can piss someone off that much.
All those vitamins aren’t to keep death at bay, they’re to keep deterioration at bay.
There are three modes of bearing the ills of life, by indifference, by philosophy, and by religion.
Anyone who said he wasn’t afraid during the civil rights movement was either a liar or without imagination. I was scared all the time. My hands didn’t shake but inside I was shaking.
Shinji slowly fell forward onto his face. Debris bounced up on impact. It took less than thirty seconds for the rest of his body to die. The memento of his beloved uncle–the earring worn by the woman he loved–was now stained with the blood running down Shinji’s left ear, reflecting the glow from the red flames of the farm building.And so the boy known as the Third Man, Shinji Mimura, was dead.
When you want to succeed as bad as you want to breathe, then you’ll be successful.
I never understood why when you died, you didn’t just vanish, everything should just keep going on the way it was only you just wouldn’t be there. I always thought I’d like my own tombstone to be blank. No epitaph, and no name. Well, actually, I’d like it to say ‘figment’.
And why does he talk so funny? Doesn’t he mean squashed tomatoes?I don’t think that they had tomatoes when he comes from, said Bod. And that’s just how they talk then.
But thoughts the slave of life, and life, Time’s fool,And Time, that takes survey of all the world,Must have a stop.
The scariest thing in the world is thinking someone you love is going to die.
Hope is the greatest madness. What can we expect of a world that we enter with the assurance of seeing our fathers and mothers die? A world where, if two beings love each other and give their lives to each other, both can be sure that one will watch the other perish?
Time away from your dreams means time away from everything that is meant to help you succeed. You can only succeed if you give the necessary attention to your dreams.
Be patient my little wild one, wondrous things take time. A pearl is hidden before it’s refined. A diamond’s luster is dull before revealing brilliant magnificent breathtaking shine.
That’s brain tissue. How can you-? Claire shut her mouth, fast. Never mind. I don’t think I wanna know.Truly, I think that’s best. Please take it. He showed his teeth briefly in a very unsettling grin. I’m giving you a piece of my mind.I so wish you hadn’t said that.
If you don’t use your life as a strainer from time to time, you will not get a beautiful and pure product.
We are frightfully concerned with our own deaths, sometimes so much so that we forget the real purpose of our lives
My Dear,Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.-Falsely yours
After all, a woman who doesn’t love cats is never going to be make a man happy.
His alarm clock ticked by the head of the bed. He gazed at its whitish face, the hands both drawing downward. There were no clocks, there. There were no hours. It was not the river of time flowing that moved the clock’s hands forward; their mechanism moved them. Seeing them move men said, Time is passing, passing, but they were fooled by the clocks they made. It is we who pass through time, Hugh thought.
Time is basically an illusion created by the mind to aid in our sense of temporal presence in the vast ocean of space. Without the neurons to create a virtual perception of the past and the future based on all our experiences, there is no actual existence of the past and the future. All that there is, is the present.
Martin Luther King dedicated his life to love and to justice between fellow human beings. He died in the cause of that effort.
No one can avoid death; it is inevitable. Therefore, I should create in my mind a kind of willingness and accepting for that event without any fear.
Brianna dropped the skateboard in front of Sam. “Don’t worry: I won’t let you fall off.”“Yeah? Then why did you bring the helmet?”Brianna tossed it to him. “In case you fall off.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
History is just a way of keeping score, but it doesn’t have to be who we are.
The positivists have a simple solution: the world must be divided into that which we can say clearly and the rest, which we had better pass over in silence. But can anyone conceive of a more pointless philosophy, seeing that what we can say clearly amounts to next to nothing? If we omitted all that is unclear, we would probably be left completely uninteresting and trivial tautologies.
There are some who, from obtuseness or lack of experience, turn away from such phenomena as from ‘folk-diseases,’ with contempt or pity born of the consciousness of their own ‘healthy- mindedness.’ But of course such poor wretches have no idea how corpselike and ghostly their so-called ‘healthy-mindedness’ looks when the glowing life of the Dionysian revelers roars past them.
Maybe that’s it, […] [w]ith what you were talking about before. The world being broken. Maybe it isn’t that we’re supposed to find the pieces and put them back together. Maybe we’re the pieces. […] Maybe […] what we’re supposed to do is come together. That’s how we stop the breaking.
I’m sure we all have dreams of leaving at some time in our lives, but when we reach the bottom, most of us go running home.
This is the real secret of life — to be completely engaged with what you are doing in the here and now. And instead of calling it work, realize it is play.
Love is a rebellious bird,
that nobody can tame,
and you call him quite in vain,
if it suits him not to come.
The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.
For time may be a river,But the mind is a tide.They say the river can’t be turned, Yet the tide can shift and slide…
To conclude: time doesn’t pass. (I hope the reader is now convinced!)Well, what does pass, then? I shall argue that it is the conscious awareness of the fleeting self that changes from moment to moment. The misconception that time flows or passes can be traced back to the tacit assumption of a conserved self. It is natural for people to think that ‘they’ endure from moment to moment while the world changes because ‘time flows’. But as Alice remarked in Lewis Carroll’s story, ‘It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.’ Alice was right: ‘you’ are not the same today as you were yesterday. To be sure, there is a very strong correlation – a lot of mutual information, to get technical about it – between today’s you and yesterday’s you – a thread of information made up of memories and beliefs and desires and attitudes and other things that usually change only slowly, creating an impression of continuity. But continuity is not conservation. There are future yous correlated with (that is, observing) future states of the world, and past yous correlated with (observing) past states of the world. At each moment, the you appropriate to that world-state interprets the correlation with that state as ‘now’. It is indeed ‘now’ for ‘that you’ at ‘that time’. That’s all!The flow-of-time phenomenon reveals ‘the self’ as a slowly evolving complex pattern of stored information that can be accessed at later times and provide an informational template against which fresh perceptions can be matched. The illusion of temporal flow stems from the inevitable slight mismatches.
I am afraid because I can so clearly foresee my own life rotting away of itself, like a leaf that rots without falling, while I pursue my round of existence from day to day.
WHAT IS IT CALLED WHEN YOU FEEL WARM AND CONTENT AND WISH THINGS WOULD STAY THAT WAY?’I guess you’d call it happiness,’ said Harga.
I shall look at you out of the corner of my eye, and you will say nothing. Words are the source of misunderstandings.
At the end as at the start, and through all the in-betweens, I love you.
Learning how to be still, to really be still and let life happen – that stillness becomes a radiance.
It seemed that after years and years of being stuck, things had all come lying loose at the same time.
The rhythm of relations of color and size makes the absolute appear in the relativity of time and space.
I’ve had two children. I’ve had three boyfriends. I’ve had a lot of things happen that can change your opinions and values and philosophies.
I loved my mother too,’ I said. ‘I still do. That’s the thing – it never goes away, even if the person does.
To read is to empower,
To empower is to write,
To write is to influence,
To influence is to change,
To change is to live”.
The meeting was like a war council with donuts. Then again, back at Camp Half-Blood they used to have their most serious discussions around the Ping-Pong table in the rec room with crackers and Cheez Whiz, so Percy felt right at home.
Don’t ever doubt yourselves or waste a second of your life. It’s too short, and you’re too special.
Plato claimed that we were all joined to someone else once, we were humans with four arms and four legs, and a head of two faces, but we were so powerful we threatened to topple the Gods. So they split us from our sole mates down the middle, and doomed us to live forever without our counterparts
How am I going to tell the kids? How do I tell the man that I love, the man that I swore I’d grow old with that we won’t have that happy ending that he and I have worked so hard for? How do I say goodbye to all of you? How do I let go?