Life And Living Quotes
When I began to wait to live I really began to wait to die.
Facing the difficulties, I can choose either to be a poor victim or a great adventurer.
Making the best of things is a damn poor way of dealing with them. My life has been a series of escapes from that quicksand.
Friends make pretence of following to the grave but before one is in it, their minds are turned and making the best of their way back to life and living people and things they understand.
Life happened. In all its banality, brutality, cruelty, unfairness. But also in its beauty, pleasures and delights. Life happened.
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.
A person’s words reflect the image of his character and the amount of truth and lies in it is always visible to the human heart than ordinary eyes.
Light changes, our eyes blink and see the world from the slightest difference of perspective and our place in it has changed.
No one does anything right in life, until they realize that they are making a mistake
It was too late - everything was too late. For years now he had dreamed the world away, basing his decisions upon emotions unstable as water.
I may not be old but I’m too old to have this much nothing
I don't want you to be young and beautiful. I only want one thing. I want you to be kind-hearted - and not just towards cats and dogs.
Do we ever get what we really want? Do we ever achieve what our powers have ostensibly equipped us for? No: everything works by contraries.
For men and women alike, this journey is a the trajectory between birth and death, a human life lived. No one escapes the adventure. We only work with it differently.
Life moves very fast. it rushes us from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.
Prove to the world that you are alive, let your words breathe life into the nostrils of the universe.
When you live as I do, you cannot indulge in jealousy. If you do, it will rip you apart.
This is the world. Half of it is lit by the sun and the other half remains in darkness. It is the same with life. There is good and bad and it's our duty to remain in the light, be good.
If you want to fly on the sky, you need to leave the earth. If you want to move forward, you need to let go the past that drags you down.
If we are to be aware of life while we are living it, we must have the courage to relinquish our hard-earned control of ourselves.
We must imbue our children with principles of the higher-self, principles which see all people as true equals, and above all, which are sensitive to the delicate and fragile balance of life.
Most days I juggle everything quite well, on the other days there's always red wine.
That's the way I work and one day I won't have the energy to do it, so I think it's always good to make the most of your life and living as much as possible.
The day I understood everything, was the day I stopped trying to figure everything out. The day I knew peace was the day I let everything go.
It's amazing how close I have been, all this time, to my old life. And yet the distance that divides me from it is vast.
Life goes on is a redundancy. Life is defined by its going on.
Living means taking chances. Risks. Playing safe all the time is being dead inside, even if you happen to still be breathing.
There are no accusations with writing, no judgment, no shame, only freedom.
If you had to relive your life exactly as it was – same successes and failures, same happiness, same miseries, same mixture of comedy and tragedy – would you want to? Was it worth it?
It was kind of soothing, these sounds of lives being lived all around me, for better or for worse. And there I was, in the middle of them all, newly reborn and still waiting for mine to begin.
I’d always enjoyed life, and I knew I would again. But I was going to have to slog through a lot of bad patches to get there
The blazing fire makes flames and brightness out of everything thrown into it.
Nothing is so essential as dignity…Time will reveal who has it and who has it not.
How could I, who loved life so intensely, have let myself be entangled for so long in that balderdash of books and paper blackened with ink!
