Life’s so unpredictable. You never know when the next high or low will strike you. The trick is just to flow with the tide.
There is no good and evil, there is only power and those too weak to seek it.
Arrogance on the part of the meritorious is even more offensive to us than the arrogance of those without merit: for merit itself is offensive.
Only bad things happen quickly, . . . Virtually all the happiness-producing processes in our lives take time, usually a long time: learning new things, changing old behaviors, building satisfying relationships, raising children. This is why patience and determination are among life’s primary virtues.
As a writer of philosophy, it’s good to ask oneself, ‘Will I still believe this a week from now, or months, or even years?
All I’m saying is, love changes over time. No person is ever perfect for another person
Ahmed looked shocked, his hands digging into my arms. ‘But you love him,’ he said softly. ‘You love him, and you should save him. That’ what people do with those they love, Amani — they save them.’ No iT wasn’t. Sam had taught me that. Great love stories ended in death. All stories ended in death sooner or later. Ours was ending sooner.
Much of what Karl Popper contributed to the philosophy of science has now passed into mainstream thought, into the currency of that nebulous, tricky ontology known as ‘common sense.’
Truth is a thing immortal and perpetual, and it gives to us a beauty that fades not away in time.
People are supposed to care. It’s good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they’re gone.
For years I’d understood that publishing in paperback was the kiss of death.
You can’t have living without dying. So you can’t call it living, what we got. We just are, we just be, like rocks beside the road.
When you look at death, it makes you understand the importance of the moment when you have life and death in front of you, and you witness seeing someone deteriorating in front of you – it’s an overwhelming experience. If you don’t learn from that, I don’t know what else you’re gonna learn.
How much it meant. Life should be full of stolen moments like those; they are dreams floating on the seam of reality, yet they are more real, more perfect than real, or they are a purer, better reality that can become like this. Then, life is nothing.
From looking at your neighbor and realizing his true significance, and that he will die, pity and compassion will arise in you for him and finally you will love him.
Death was not the scariest thing out there; no, the denial of it could be far worse.
Our future is written in the past, and it’s the adventure of a lifetime.
We have trained them to think of the Future as a promised land which favored heroes attain-not as something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
At a pivotal time in my life, Barack Obama gave me hope that a boy who grew up like me could still achieve the most important of my dreams. For that, I’ll miss him and the example he set.
Live all you can: it’s a mistake not to. It doesn’t matter what you do in particular, so long as you have had your life. If you haven’t had that, what have you had?
Aeons passed . . . worlds spun and whirled . . . Time was motionless . . . It stood still—it passed through a thousand ages . . .
It’s easier to die than to move … at least for the Other Side you don’t need trunks.
I had phases of listening to rap and trap, and then I had phases where I’d listen to post-hardcore, rap, grunge, metal… all that. I had different time periods of listening to different music. And now it all clashes together.
If they tell you that she died of sleeping pills you must know that she died of a wasting grief, of a slow bleeding at the soul.
He had the look of one who had drunk the cup of life and found a dead beetle at the bottom.
Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I’ve heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that’s what it’s like, I wouldn’t mind. If that’s what dying is like, I wouldn’t mind that at all.
Life is very short, and there’s no time for fussing and fighting my friends
Warmblood now a bloodborne death,Will rob your body of it’s breathMark your skin and seal your fate The Underland becomes a plate
Erik, Erik! I saved your life! Remember? You were scentenced to death! But for me you would be dead by now.
Strength is Life, Weakness is Death.
Expansion is Life, Contraction is Death.
Love is Life, Hatred is Death.
Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.
Whatever your life’s work is, do it well. A man should do his job so well that the living, the dead, and the unborn could do it no better.
But even when I stop crying, even when we fall asleep and I’m nestled in his arms, this will leave another scar. No one will see it. No one will know. But it will be there. And eventually all of the scars will have scars, and that’s all I’ll be–one big scar of a love gone wrong.
We are on the precipice of time, in the midst of a topological superfluid interplay of luminescent bojum experiences appearing and vanishing.
To live is not to breathe but to act. It is to make use of our organs, our senses, our faculties, of all the parts of ourselves which give us the sentiment of our existence. The man who has lived the most is not he who has counted the most years but he who has most felt life.
You humans, always eating. I’ll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working. Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab.Don’t use the same beaker you used for poisons! Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. I mean it!
Maybe the more emotions a person experiences in their daily lives, the longer time seems to feel to them. As you get older, you experience fewer new things, and so time seems to go by faster.
The past attracts me, the present frightens me, because the future is death.
Because you can only die once but you can suffer forever.
‘Tell Suzie she’s a lucky cat.’ Have sexier words ever been spoken?
In the morning, I am generally purposeful. In the evening, I am content to be purposeless. It’s in the afternoon, every afternoon I despair.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.
How is the duration of a relationship relative to what those involved in it feel?
I drink too much. The last time I gave a urine sample it had an olive in it.
This was how an enemy should be dealt with: with a dagger, not a declaration.
The time you spend grieving over a man should never exceed the amount of time you actually spent with him.
You know, I can see more than just the future or the past.Really? I asked, paging through through the papers in the file. Can you also see the present? Because I can do that, too. Like, right now, I sense that I’m in a messy room with a total toolbox.
Dying Speech of an Old PhilosopherI strove with none, for none was worth my strife.Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:I warm’d both hands before the fire of life;It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
You must remember, my own philosophy is that you don’t belong only to yourself. You have an obligation to the society which protected you when you were brought into the world, which taught you, which supported you and nurtured you. You have an obligation to repay it.
…the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision.