…lies can sound awfully pretty when a girl is in love with the person telling them.
I don’t know if love exists, not the kind that keeps. I think love’s an infatuation that turns into a habit, because you can’t keep that passion going. You get used to people, and that’s death for me – I like to be surprised.
Time moves on for us, for you it stands still. You will be forever ageless as we grow old, your smile will never wrinkle, nor will that shine in your eyes fade..
I have nothing now but praise for my life. I’m not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more…
For love was a kind of folly, a losing game. The greatest of all Wastes of Time. But then, that depended on what you thought time was for.
You’re probably wondering what’s going to happen to you. That’s easy. The same thing is going to happen to you that has happened to every other human being who has ever lived. You’re going to die. We all die. That’s just how it is.
Happy the man, and happy he alone,he who can call today his own:he who, secure within, can say,Tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.Be fair or foul, or rain or shinethe joys I have possessed, in spite of fate, are mine.Not Heaven itself, upon the past has power,but what has been, has been, and I have had my hour.
Dripping water hollows out stone, not through force but through persistence.
So, what if, instead of thinking about solving your whole life, you just think about adding additional good things. One at a time. Just let your pile of good things grow.
A small but noteworthy note. I’ve seen so many young men over the years who think they’re running at other young men. They are not. They are running at me.
Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who’s with who and did you hear.
They lived like monkeys still, while their new god powers lay around them in the weeds.
Perhaps what I am about to say will appear strange to you gentlemen, socialists, progressives, humanitarians as you are, but I never worry about my neighbor, I never try to protect society which does not protect me — indeed, I might add, which generally takes no heed of me except to do me harm — and, since I hold them low in my esteem and remain neutral towards them, I believe that society and my neighbor are in my debt.
Then the lover, who is true and no counterfeit, must of necessity be loved by his love.
The soul should always stand ajar, ready to welcome the ecstatic experience.
[A]ny species that exempts itself from the rules of competition ends up destroying the community in order to support its own expansion.
I’ll tell you something, Harpy,” he said, his voice almost a whisper now. “It never even occurred to me that we wouldn’t make it. And it never occurred to you that we would. You were just waiting for us to go down in flames. I thought we could get through anything.
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them, and that is eternity.
The more I live, the more I learn. The more I learn, the more I realize, the less I know.
Don’t worry about the world coming to an end today. It is already tomorrow in Australia.
Leave the door open for the unknown, the door into the dark. That’s where the most important things come from, where you yourself came from, and where you will go.
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
What does it matter where my body happens to be?’ he said. ‘My mind goes on working all the same.
If this work can contribute in any way toward proving this, and at the same time arouse the conscience of the American people to a demand for justice to every citizen, and punishment by law for the lawless, I shall feel I have done my race a service.
Flow with whatever may happen, and let your mind be free: Stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate.
In poetry, as in time, a moment can stretch into eternity or an eternity can disappear in a single breath…
The pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Parmenides taught that the only things that are real are things which never change… and the pre-Socratic Greek philosopher Heraclitus taught that everything changes. If you superimpose their two views, you get this result: Nothing is real.
Well, I think that Augusta is not the same golf course that I grew up on. Bobby Jones’ philosophy was giving you space off the tee; if you put it in the right side of the fairway, you ended up getting the right angle to the green.
The violence had broken out in both sides, but our philosophy as a party was very, very clear.
Time should reveal the truth about the magnitude of the dead and missing in the Florida hurricane Ian disaster.
The thought that I might kill myself formed in my mind coolly as a tree or a flower.
When the faith is strong enough, it is sufficient just to be. It’s a journey towards simplicity, towards quietness, towards a kind of joy that is not in time. It’s a journey that has taken us from primary identification with our body and our psyche, on to an identification with God, and ultimately beyond identification.
Yeah, the whole family knows. It’s no big deal. One night at dinner I said, ‘Mom, you know the forbidden love that Spock has for Kirk? Well, me too.’ It was easier for her to understand that way.
People aren’t often asked to make life or death decisions. There are no causes to die for. You can go through life never knowing which of your friends would really come through for you
See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time.
Time doesn’t heal all wounds, only distance can lessen the sting of them.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
You not only are hunted by others, you unknowingly hunt yourself.
The tiny Lilliputians surmise that Gulliver’s watch may be his god, because it is that which, he admits, he seldom does anything without consulting.
Never stop just because you feel defeated. The journey to the other side is attainable only after great suffering.
This sadness is one of the great trials of the human experiment. As far as we know, we are the only species on the planet who have been given the gift – or curse, perhaps – of awareness about our own mortality. Everything here eventually dies; we’re just the lucky ones who get to think about this fact every day.
My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.
Because we believe that one moment is more or less like the next, we lose touch with the essential urgency of the present, the fact that each passing moment is the one moment for the practice of freedom.
I wonder if that’s how darkness wins, by convincing us to trap it inside ourselves, instead of emptying it out.
I don’t want it to win.
The devil ain’t got no power over me. The devil come, and me shake hands with the devil. Devil have his part to play. Devil’s a good friend, too… because when you don’t know him, that’s the time he can mosh you down.
You can never cross the ocean until you have the courage to lose sight of the shore
If cats looked like frogs we’d realize what nasty, cruel little bastards they are. Style. That’s what people remember.
The time to worrying about flying is when you’re on the ground. When you’re up in the air, it’s too late. No point in worrying about it then.
My reasons to liveWere my reasons to dieBut at least they were mineNow I’ve freedom unboundCut the laces of life