It’s not about finding ways to avoid God’s judgment and feeling like a failure if you don’t do everything perfectly. It’s about fully experiencing God’s love and letting it perfect you. It’s not about being somebody you are not. It’s about becoming who you really are.
We don’t receive wisdom; we must discover it for ourselves after a journey that no one can take for us or spare us.
I loved you long before you loved me. It’s the only thing I have you beat at, and I’ll bring it up every chance I get.
War is not for winning, Masha,” sighed Koschei, reading the tracks of supply lines, of pincer strategies, over her shoulder. “It is for surviving.
Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I’m gazing at a distant star.
It’s dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago.
Maybe the star doesn’t even exist any more. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything.
The theoretical understanding of the world, which is the aim of philosophy, is not a matter of great practical importance to animals, or to savages, or even to most civilised men.
I read ‘The Conspiracy Against the Human Race’ and found it incredibly powerful writing. For me as a reader, it was less impactful as philosophy than as one writer’s ultimate confessional: an absolute horror story, where the self is the monster.
You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America’s Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn’t want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named Bush, Dick, and Colin. Need I say more?
Our entire life – consists ultimately in accepting ourselves as we are.
Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good, too.
When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive– to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love
Me, I want to bloody kick this moronic bloody world in the bloody teeth over and over till it bloody understands that not hurting people is ten bloody thousand times more bloody important than being right.
What made me run away was doubtless not so much the fear of settling down, but of settling down permanently in something ugly.
Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost.
She had studied the universe all her life, but had overlooked its clearest message: For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love.
Find out who you are and be that person. That’s what your soul was put on this earth to be. Find the truth, live that truth, and everything else will come.
What you are is God’s gift to you, what you become is your gift to God.
Live life as though nobody is watching, and express yourself as though everyone is listening.
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
Be curious about the world in which you live. Look things up. Chase down every reference. Go deeper than anybody else–that’s how you’ll get ahead.
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.
He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
Until then, I will continue to love you more and more with every struggle we face than I loved you when all was perfect.
The spiritualization of sensuality is called love: it is a great triumph over Christianity.
Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth,
like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.
So ‘The Last Airbender’ ‘s philosophy and culture feels like a beautiful idea to me: That we inherently have connections to the elements and what they teach us, and to each other.
Cause and effect, means and ends, seed and fruit, cannot be severed; for the effect already blooms in the cause, the end preexists in the means, the fruit in the seed.
I should go so far as to say that embedded in the surrealistic frame of a television news show is a theory of anticommunication, featuring a type of discourse that abandons logic, reason, sequence and rules of contradiction. In aesthetics, I believe the name given to this theory is Dadaism; in philosophy, nihilism; in psychiatry, schizophrenia. In the parlance of the theater, it is known as vaudeville.
Every passion borders on the chaotic, but the collector’s passion borders on the chaos of memories.
Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.
What is important in life is life, and not the result of life.
You must learn to take a step back and visualize the whole piece. If you focus only on the thread given to you, you lose sight of what it can become.
You can’t do anything about the length of your life, but you can do something about its width and depth.
The damage was permanent; there would always be scars. But even the angriest scars faded over time until it was difficult to see them written on the skin at all, and the only thing that remained was the memory of how painful it had been.
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.
If you want the meaning of families and life and religion and philosophy rolled into one package, all you need to read is ‘The Brothers Karamazov.’
A guy walks up to me and asks, What’s Punk?. So I kick over a garbage can and say. That’s punk!. So he kicks over the garbage can and says, That’s Punk?, and I say, No that’s trendy!
But we’re going to smile and pretend we’re fine with the dorky birthmas gifts because people do not get that they can’t mush a birthday into christmas.
Without deep reflection one knows from daily life that one exists for other people.
I’m having fun. I’m being myself. I’m doing what I love. That’s all that matters.
Accidents happen. Our bones shatter, our skin splits, our hearts break. We burn, we drown, we stay alive.
La memoria es como libro en el cual se escribe toda nuestra vida. Algunas veces deseamos cerrarlo y olvidarlo para no recordar todos los escabrosos detalles, y otras veces deseamos abrirlo y observarlo detenidamente, queriendo volver a sentir lo mismo que sentimos en aquel momento.
Where are we headed? Are we not endlessly plunging —backwards, sideways, forwards, in all directions? Is there an up and a down anymore? Do we not wander as if through an endless nothingness? Do we not feel the breath of empty space? Hasn’t it grown colder?
Jokes of the proper kind, properly told, can do more to enlighten questions of politics, philosophy, and literature than any number of dull arguments.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
The doubters said,
“Man can not fly,”
The doers said,
“Maybe, but we’ll try,”
And finally soared
In the morning glow
While non-believers
Watched from below.