Quotes About Life

I don't think psychoanalysis is nonsense necessarily; I just don't see the point of it. An analyst can find out where the problem lie, but a witch from the jungle can do that as well. If I'm not allowed to live my own life, no psychologist is ever going to be able to help me. The real problem is that most people don't live their lives, they just get by somehow.

HÉ™yat , kiminsÉ™ hesab?na yaÅŸamaq demÉ™kdir. Biz ham?m?z bir-birimizdÉ™n yeyirik. Ancaq insanda , hÉ™rdÉ™n dÉ™ olsa , xeyirxahl?q q???lc?m? olur , gÉ™rÉ™k, ona toxunmayasan , qoyasan qala. YaÅŸamaq çÉ™tinl???ndÉ™ o kömÉ™yÉ™ gÉ™lir.

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Unser Wissen vom Leben beschränkt sich auf den Tod.

Tears flow and smiles fade to the same rhythm of life, to disappear together in the bottomless abyss.

La raison rétrécit la vie, comme l'eau rétrécit les tricots de laine, si bien qu'on s'y sent coincé et on ne peut plus lever les bras.

But you are, you know, you were, the nearest thing to a real story to happen in my life

The mountain, as Evola describes it in these essays, is portrayed as the guardian of the initiatory threshold over which anyone who wants to be initiated must cross at least once in a lifetime; otherwise it's better never to have been born, because the meaning of life is found only through realizing oneself. But we realize ourselves only by putting ourselves to the test.

The truth is, clocks don't tell time. Time is measured in meaning.

I would think for hours how strange it was that some parts of words are silent, just like some parts of our lives. Did the people who wrote the dictionaries decide to mirror language to our lives, or did it just happen that way?

The books brought brilliance to my life, and they brought an understanding: Life is a story. Everything that has happened and will happen to me is all part of the story of this enchanted place - all the dreams and visions and understandings that come to me in my dungeon cell. The books helped me see the truth is not in the touch of the stone but in what the stone tells you.

How odd it is, that the dead weigh more than the living. You would think it would be the opposite, but it isn't. I think it is because souls give bodies lightness and air. When the soul leaves, the body has nothing left and is desperate to return to the earth. That's why it's so heavy.

You have the power to bestow upon each one of us a life of beauty and abundance, and I truly thank you for your boundless generosity and kindness.

It was not lost on him that he took greater pleasure from this woman's rejection than he had from any other woman's welcome. But he'd long ago ceased to wonder at the paradox that was his life.

Mark's audience was in Rome, where he himself resided. His account of the life and death of Jesus of Nazareth was written mere months after the Jewish Revolt had been crushed

Te escribo porque los años me han fijado los recuerdos como un sarro y el pasado se ha convertido para mí en un viejo tullido.

Había entrado en la cocina para buscar un ángulo de tiro y murió sin darse cuenta, como si el movimiento de ir hacia la luz de la ventana lo hubiera sacado del mundo.

There is never a first time in memory, it is only in life that the future is uncertain, in memory the pain always returns in precisely the same manner, rushing to the present, you have to avoid certain places as you go over the past with the eye of the camera, whoever looks at himself on such a screen loses all hope.

Porque Kafka descubre un nuevo modo de leer: la literatura le da forma a la experiencia vivida, la constituye como tal y la anticipa.

Por fin me ha sucedido algo. Por fin me ha sucedido algo, ¿no es sensacional?

Perdition and evil make life fun, but conflicts eventually arise.

Lo que me interesa señalar en el bellísimo final de «Trön...» es algo que encontraremos en muchos otros textos de Borges: la lectura como defensa. La quietud a la que alude la hipálage está en el acto de leer; todo queda en suspenso; la vida, por fin, se ha detenido.

A ella le gustaba de alma la noche, pero no tenía nada de perversa. A lo sumo tenía esa necesaria cuota de perversión que hace más llevadera la vida, pero no más. Era feliz como era: jamás quiso tener un hijo, jamás se arrepintió de nada que hubiera hecho. El que no está a la altura de su deseo, decía la Coca, ése es uno a quien el mundo puede llamar un cobarde.

A story is nothing more than a reproduction of the order of the world on a purely verbal scale. A replica of life, if life consisted of words. But life does not consist just of words. Unfortunately, it is also made up of bodies or, in other words, of disease, pain and death.