Oh, goodie, Puck said as I stepped forward. I’m going to have a rash in the most uncomfortable places.
Life is a temporary condition, Henry. And it’s uncertain. That’s why you have to seize chances when you find them. Pursue what you want. Take risks. Live, love…all of it. Every last one of us is going to die, but if we don’t live as we truly want, if we’re not with the one we want to be with, we’re dead already.
Who belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone.
Who had nothing, who wanted everything.
The man who smiles when things go wrong has thought of someone to blame it on.
Embrace the probability of your imminent death….and know there is nothing i can do to save you.
The only difference between Hitler and Bush is that Hitler was elected.
Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.
Men should think twice before making widowhood women’s only path to power.
Even if you are on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.
Look at your own povertywelcome itcherish itdon’t be afraidshare your deathbecause thus you will share your love and your life
Mike nodded. A sombre nod. The nod Napoleon might have given if somebody had met him in 1812 and said, So, you’re back from Moscow, eh?
No one is the same, and we all have different life experiences. It’s not my place to judge them or for them to judge me. We should all be accountable for our own lives.
Your humans slaughter each other because of the color of your skin, or your faith or your plitics — or for no reason at all — too many of you hate as easily as you draw breath. – Magneto
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.Avada Kedavra!
The midnight hand Stands upright, Caught for an instant In the pitching chime Of dead day, The hush cries, freedom! And is strangled in the rushOf tomorrow’s potential. The midnight hour, When time is still, A shrill gasp of passion unspent, A sour taste Of bent magic In a god’s tragic World.
No, I do my torturing in the dungeon like any other respectable castle owner,
He could not stand. It was notThat he could not thrive, he was bornWith everything but the will –That can be deformed, just like a limb.Death was more interesting to him.Life could not get his attention.
She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it’s what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.
Israel should not feel satisfaction at my son’s death, for he died on the battlefield, facing the conquerors as he wished, with a gun in his hand.
Disappointment came to me,
and booted me,
and bruised and hurt me,
but that’s how people grow up.
Society can and does execute its own mandates: and if it issues wrong mandates instead of right, or any mandates at all in things with it ought not to meddle, it practices a social tyranny more formidable than many kinds of political oppression, since, though not usually upheld by such extreme penalties, it leaves fewer means of escape, penetrating much more deeply into the details of life, and enslaving the soul itself.
How good one feels when one is full — how satisfied with ourselves and with the world! People who have tried it, tell me that a clear conscience makes you very happy and contented; but a full stomach does the business quite as well, and is cheaper, and more easily obtained.
Say it,” I gritted out.
“The High Lord of the Night Court is your mate.
You think it’s so great to die and make everyone cry and carry on. Well it ain’t.
Why didn’t I learn to treat everything like it was the last time. My greatest regret was how much I believed in the future.
Life is the tragedy,’ she said bitterly. ‘You know how they categorize Shakespeare’s plays, right? If it ends with a wedding, it’s a comedy. And if it ends with a funeral, it’s a tragedy. So we’re all living tragedies, because we all end the same way, and it isn’t with a goddamn wedding.
Time forks perpetually toward innumerable futures. In one of them I am your enemy.
I saw the years of my life spaced along a road in the form of telephone poles threaded together by wires. I counted one, two, three… nineteen telephone poles, and then the wires dangled into space, and try as I would, I couldn’t see a single pole beyond the nineteenth.
Marry me, he says. I got all my own teeth, I wash twice a year an I’ll cut you in fer half the business here.
The day the power of love overrules the love of power, the world will know peace.
The ones that do support me and are cheering for me, man, I love them to death, because they could so easily be on the other end.
Sooner or later, you will have to decide. Whether you want to drift with the current or whether you want to lay down your own path. Trust me, nobody in this world really knows where he is headed. Yes, of course, you will find people who say that they know how to live their lives. But even they can’t answer where their lives would lead. So, decide! What is more important to you? How? Where? Or why?
The Universe doesn’t like secrets. It conspires to reveal the truth, to lead you to it.
Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous possessive love that grabs at what it can.
And if you don’t find what you’re looking for?At Roy’s question Addie looked up.Then all I’ve lost is time.
Everybody is special. Everybody. Everybody is a hero, a lover, a fool, a villain. Everybody. Everybody has their story to tell.
I am a sworn atheist and therefore from my point of view the Talmud or the Koran don’t constitute works of political philosophy but rather writings that stand in utter contradiction to concepts like logic, freedom, feminism, secularism, brotherhood – which are my ideals.
And death doesn’t wait for you when your rested and ready. It sneaks up on you when your exhausted and hungry and cold and so scared you can’t even see straight
The philosophy of the school was quite simple – the bright boys specialised in Latin, the not so bright in science and the rest managed with geography or the like.
Stay hungry, stay young, stay foolish, stay curious, and above all, stay humble because just when you think you got all the answers, is the moment when some bitter twist of fate in the universe will remind you that you very much don’t.
Cause if you shoot a bullet someone dies. If you drop a bomb many die. You hit a woman, love dies. But if you say the F-word… nothing actually happens.
Time refused to answer her. There was no this time, no next time, no time at all.
The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.
You have lost your reason and taken the wrong path. You have taken lies for truth, and hideousness for beauty. You would marvel if, owing to strange events of some sorts, frogs and lizards suddenly grew on apple and orange trees instead of fruit, or if roses began to smell like a sweating horse; so I marvel at you who exchange heaven for earth. I don’t want to understand you.
Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?
I’ve learned one thing: you can only really get to know a person after a row. Only then can you judge their true character!
If I should go before the rest of youBreak not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I’m gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.
There isn’t any formula or method. You learn to love by loving – by paying attention and doing what one thereby discovers has to be done.
When you do something noble and beautiful and nobody noticed, do not be sad. For the sun every morning is a beautiful spectacle and yet most of the audience still sleeps.
And if you couldn’t be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.
Afterwards, when it’s all over, you meet God. What do you say to God?
What is your aim in philosophy? To show the fly the way out of the fly-bottle.
When graves are covered with stones, the dead can no longer get out. But the dead can’t go out anyway! What difference does it make whether they’re covered with soil or stones?
Your past is a skeleton walking one step behind you, and your future is a a skeleton walking one step in front of you. Maybe you don’t wear a watch, but your skeletons do, and they always know what time it is.
I have detected disturbances in the wash.”The wash?”The space-time wash.”Are we talking about some sort of Vogon laundromat, or what are we talking about?”Eddies in the space-time continuum.”Ah…is he. Is he.”What?”Er, who is Eddy, then, exactly?
Time will generally lessen the interest of every attachment not within the daily circle.
On the death of a friend, we should consider that the fates through confidence have devolved on us the task of a double living, that we have henceforth to fulfill the promise of our friend’s life also, in our own, to the world.
Do not waste time bothering whether you ‘love’ your neighbor; act as if you did. As soon as we do this we find one of the great secrets. When you are behaving as if you loved someone, you will presently come to love him.