Death is not the end death can never be the end. Death is the road. Life is the traveller. The Soul is the Guide
I am concerned, rather, that there should not be more things dreamt of in my philosophy than there actually are in heaven and earth.
Maybe reading was just a way to make her feel less alone, to keep her company. When you read something you are stopped, the moment is stayed, you can sometimes be there more fully than you can in your real life.
Teenagers watch and listen to all kinds of things. It is the nature of being a teenager to seek out intense stuff. Stuff about death and sex and love and fear. Teenagers are the bravest, most curious, most philosophical, most open-minded readers there are, which is why so many less-than-young adults like writing for them.
You have to be very deep to be dead, he thought, and I’m not. He began to have some concept of forever, and his mind shivered as his body had when he had wakened in the cold nights and thrust his hands between his thighs to keep warm. It will be a long night, he thought.
Trauma is a time traveller, an ouroboros that reaches back and devours everything that came before.
I will never be a fan of any kind of political correctness: I think it’s instant death to creativity.
Love is proved the moment you let go of someone because they need you to.
Understanding is the reward of faith. Therefore, seek not to understand that you may believe, but believe that you may understand.
This hill, though high, I covet to ascend;
The difficulty will not me offend.
For I perceive the way to life lies here.
Come, pluck up, heart; let’s neither faint nor fear.
Better, though difficult, the right way to go,
Than wrong, though easy, where the end is woe.
I challenge anybody to say that I wouldn’t know how to approach foreign policy because, unlike some of the other people, I at least have a foreign policy philosophy, which is an extension of the Reagan philosophy. Peace through strength, and my philosophy is peace through strength and clarity.
Give yourself a gift: the present moment. People out for posthumous fame forget that the Generations To Come will be the same annoying people they know now. And just as mortal. What does it matter to you if they say -x- about you, or think -y-?
Few deaths can match the refined agony of being the one left behind
Sofya now understood the difference between life and existence: her life had come to an end, but her existence could drag on indefinitely. And however wretched and miserable this existence was, the thought of violent death still filled her with horror.
Papa was a man with silver eyes, not dead ones. Papa was an accordion! But his bellows were all empty. Nothing went in and nothing came out.
We can be tired, weary and emotionally distraught, but after spending time alone with God, we find that He injects into our bodies energy, power and strength.
YOU FEAR TO DIE?It’s not that I don’t want… I mean, I’ve always…it’s just that life is a habit that’s hard to break…
Death is what gives our lives urgency, an awareness that time isn’t infinite.
Some fail to bear in mind that everyone is sentenced to death. Death is a treacherous virus that strikes randomly. The only truth is that nobody is going to make it out alive. We are all living on probation and our expiry date is indefinite. ( “Living on probation” )
Life is more or less a lie, but then again, that’s exactly the way we want it to be.
It reminds me that no embrace will ever feel the same again, because no one will ever be like her again, because she’s gone. She’s gone, and crying feels so useless, so stupid, but it’s all I can do.
Isn’t life,’ she stammered, ‘isn’t life–‘ But what life was she couldn’t explain. No matter. He quite understood.’Isn’t it, darling?’ said Laurie.
We all have such fateful objects — it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another — carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of specific significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane’s heart always break.
Glenn used to say the reason you can’t really imagine yourself being dead was that as soon as you say, ‘I’ll be dead,’ you’ve said the word I, and so you’re still alive inside the sentence. And that’s how people got the idea of the immortality of the soul – it was a consequence of grammar.
You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.
It’s a misnomer to think that life will always remain the same. It’s not even healthy to think so. Time will always evince that there’s nothing permanent. Life will change.
I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s not just how much you love someone. Maybe what matters is who you are when you’re with them.
It takes the whole of life to learn how to live, and -what will perhaps make you wonder more – it takes the whole of life to learn how to die.
In a liquid modern life there are no permanent bonds, and any that we take up for a time must be tied loosely so that they can be untied again, as quickly and as effortlessly as possible, when circumstances change – as they surely will in our liquid modern society, over and over again.
There’s always, I guess, a philosophy that if you come in, you want to change all the parts, you want to change everything over. I’ve always tried to preach that consistency and continuity are very, very important. So if I know the baseball people, and I know they’re competent and could do the job, I don’t see any reason to replace them.
Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
Idealism increases in direct proportion to one’s distance from the problem.
I think about my sister, Becca, a lot. We didn’t always agree about things, but she was always there for me when I needed her. I thought she would outlive me, that she would always be here.
If you really want to do something, you’ll find a way. If you don’t, you’ll find an excuse.
She died in my arms, saying, I don’t want to die. That is what death is like. It doesn’t matter what uniforms the soldiers are wearing. It doesn’t matter how good the weapons are. I thought if everyone could see what I saw, we would never have war anymore.
One does not have to be a philosopher to be a successful artist, but he does have to be an artist to be a successful philosopher. His nature is to view the world in an unpredictable albeit useful light.
To establish that a rule is likely to be true, one must try to prove it false.
…How would you like to die, Tyrion son of Tywin?In my own bed, with a belly full of wine and a maiden’s mouth around my cock, at the age of eighty, he replied.
Question: how can one manage not to lose time? Answer: experience it at its full length. Means: spend days in the dentist‘s waiting-room on an uncomfortable chair; live on one‘s balcony on a Sunday afternoon; listen to lectures in a language that one does not understand; choose the most roundabout and least convenient routes on the railway (and, naturally, travel standing up); queue at the box-office for theatres and so on and not take one‘s seat; etc.
Time’s a goon, right? You gonna let that goon push you around?” Scotty shook his head. “The goon won.
Everyone was eating, talking softly, glancing at me, hugging me, eating. It was as if someone had turned the volume down. Everything looked normal, but the sound was muted. Death did this, set all this weirdness in motion, made people appear out of nowhere carrying casseroles, saying ‘I’m sorry’ over and over, death muffled their voices.
There is a fountain of youth: it is your mind, your talents, the creativity you bring to your life and the lives of people you love. When you learn to tap this source, you will truly have defeated age.
It is said that your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. That is true, it’s called Life.
The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.
It took me 40 years to write my first book. When I was a child, I was encouraged to go to school. I was not encouraged to follow the career of a writer because my parents thought that I was going to starve to death.
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, creeds follow one another, but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons, a possession for all eternity.
Contemplation of life after retirement and life after death can help you deal with contemporary challenges.
A warrior of the Light is never in a hurry.Time works in his favor; he learns to master his impatience and avoids acting without thinking.
Every man should lose a battle in his youth, so he does not lose a war when he is old.
Time is more precious than gold, more precious than diamonds, more precious than oil or any valuable treasures. It is time that we do not have enough of; it is time that causes the war within our hearts, and so we must spend it wisely.
In case no one has ever told you that you can accomplish your dreams, take this as a hint. Follow your dreams, and do not waste time on things that do not contribute to your vision. Focus on what matters most and fulfil destiny.
To have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever.
If there is nothing else there is this: to be inundated, consumed.