If your passion for art is genuine, you’ll always find time for it because art has the power to bring you happiness
The opinion which other people have of you is their problem, not yours.
Just like the poles of a magnet, some people are drawn to death and others are repulsed by it, but we all have to deal with it.
When I Am Dead, My DearestWhen I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me;Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress-tree:Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet;And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget.I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain;I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain:And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set,Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Full many a gem of purest ray serene,
The dark unfathom’d caves of ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
And waste its sweetness on the desert air.
When I die, don’t come, I wouldn’t want a leafto turn away from the sun — it loves it there.There’s nothing so spiritual about being happybut you can’t miss a day of it, because it doesn’t last.
But unless we determine to take action,’ said the old man querulously, as if struggling against something deeply insouciant in his nature, ‘then we shall all be destroyed, we shall all die. Surely we care about that?’ ‘Not enough to want to get killed over it,’ said Ford.
We’re all dead the moment we’re born. Just, some of us get there faster than others.
Man is always prey to his truths. Once he has admitted them, he cannot free himself from them.
A man who views the world the same at fifty as he did at twenty has wasted thirty years of his life.
Father has a strengthening character like the sun and mother has a soothing temper like the moon.
Every day People straighten up the hair, why not the heart?
Because neither she nor Port had ever lived a life of any kind of regularity, they had both made the fatal error of coming hazily to regard time as non-existent. One year was like another year. Eventually everything would happen.
The wages of sin are death, but by the time taxes are taken out, it’s just sort of a tired feeling.
Yes, vanity is a weakness indeed. But pride – where there is a real superiority of mind, pride will be always under good regulation.
Together we can change the world, just one random act of kindness at a time.
Happiness is an undercurrent of sensitivity and leads a surreptitious life: it is an internal eventuality. We can feel it in stillness and it stands the test of time. Joy is an eruption of cheerful moments and we want to express it: it is an external eventuality. We might shout it out, as it conveys a dynamic of fleeting instants. Joy gives voice to “en-joy-ment”. (The grass was greener over there)
As incompetent in life as in death, I loathe myself and in this loathing I dream of another life, another death. And for having sought to be a sage such as never was, I am only a madman among the mad . . .
I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My mind has met their environment, here in the void. I understand perfectly.
The sleeping pills in her pillowcase, the dark blank in her blanket, her purse lips purple; she disappears, she disappears. Her fears cuddle warm beside, to tears that went dry in the beat of her heart’s drum. The strum, strum, stern in her veins, she breaks free finally floating to her lost rhythm of peace.
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Where does the love go when someone dies? Their last breath disappears into the atmosphere, their body gets buried in the ground, but where does the love go? If love is real, it must go somewhere.
And I could have died right then. And considering how things went, I really should have.
Death, of course, is not a failure. Death is normal. Death may be the enemy, but it is also the natural order of things.
As long as you don’t make waves, ripples, life seems easy. But that’s condemning yourself to impotence and death before you are dead.
Well, spit on my empty grave–if it ain’t the attack of the Disney princesses!
Water is life’s matter and matrix, mother and medium. There is no life without water.
The important thing is not to stop questioning. Curiosity has its own reason for existing.
Life is a peephole, a single tiny entry onto a vastness–how can I not dwell on this brief, cramped view of things? This peephole is all I’ve got!
It is almost startling to hear this warning of departed time sounding among the tombs, and telling the lapse of the hour, which, like a billow, has rolled us onward towards the grave.
Contemporary’ was in those days [1953] synonymous with ‘modern’ as it had not been before and is not now [1977].
And there stood Basta with his foot already on another dead body, smiling. Why not? He had hit his target, and it was the target he had been aiming for all along: Dustfinger’s heart, his stupid heart. It broke in two as he held Farid in his arms, it simply broke in two, although he had taken such good care of it all these years.
Music is one of those things that is constantly going in my head all the time. It’s sort of like the evolution and creation of doing food, or my philosophy about wine. It’s always beating in my head, so it keeps the spirit moving.
O, never from the memory of my heartYour dear, paternal image shall depart,Who while on earth, ere yet by death surprised,Taught me how mortals are immortalized;How grateful am I for that patient careAll my life long my language shall declare.
I congratulate myself on not having arrived into the world until the present time. This age suits my taste.
Either you go to America with Mrs. Van Hopper or you come home to Manderley with me.Do you mean you want a secretary or something?No, I’m asking you to marry me, you little fool.
You are my joy and my laughter/You are the moon and you gave the stars light/You are my ever after/Forever love, the light of my life.
It is an historical fact that you and I have a problem doing the right thing, for others and for ourselves. Yet, we deny it fiercely or wallow in shame, neither of which God wants for us.
You know how to shoot?- EmmaYes. My dad taught me everything about gun safety. He was an expert. – HeatherWhat happened to him? -ShannaHe was…shot. -Heather
There is no need for temples, no need for complicated philosophies. My brain and my heart are my temples; my philosophy is kindness.
It is important to feel the anger without judging it, without attempting to find meaning in it. It may take many forms: anger at the health-care system, at life, at your loved one for leaving. Life is unfair. Death is unfair. Anger is a natural reaction to the unfairness of loss.
When I die, nieces, I want to be cremated, my ashes taken up in a bush plane and sprinkled onto the people in town below. Let them think my body is snowflakes, sticking in their hair and on their shoulders like dandruff.
The future came and went in the mildly discouraging way that futures do.
I had a boyfriend who told me I’d never succeed, never be nominated for a Grammy, never have a hit song, and that he hoped I’d fail. I said to him, ‘Someday, when we’re not together, you won’t be able to order a cup of coffee at the fucking deli without hearing or seeing me.
There are so many things I can’t believe. That people deserve what they get, both bad and good. That one day I’ll live in a world where people are judged by what they do instead of who they are. That happy endings don’t have contingencies and conditions.
A little smoke lost in the air, that was the life of a man.
We all have the beast in us Bill, and it is up to us to control it.
Where music thundered let the mind be still,Where the will triumphed let there be no will,What light revealed, now let the dark fulfill.
If you don’t write when you don’t have time for it, you won’t write when you do have time for it.
It is not that I am mad, it is only that my head is different from yours.
My lord, you must tell us where the body is, and go with us to the king.HAMLET The body is with the king, but the king is not with the body. The king is a thing -GUILDENSTERN A thing my lord?HAMLET Of nothing. Bring me to him. Hide fox, and all after!
The nearer people approach old age the closer they return to a semblance of childhood, until the time comes for them to depart this life, again like children, neither tired of living nor aware of death.
He looked at his own arms and realized, in his earthly body, he was now older than his father. He had outlived him in every way.
You’re not alone
Together we stand
I’ll be by your side, you know I’ll take your hand
When it gets cold
And it feels like the end
There’s no place to go
You know I won’t give in