Quotes About Life

The wisest words come out of the most damaged mouths.

Life is terrorism, so spare me your indignation. Life is one big infiltration of our secure defenses. Some people put bombs on buses and blow them up: those are terrorists. Some people speak to you and their words blow you up: what would you call those people? Life is a condemned cell. . . . That's the only way to protect yourself . . . to understand that you're always under sentence of death and to try to get a temporary remission.

Every exhalation is an expulsion of some part of our finite store of life, and also a sigh of relief that the grave is closer by one tedious, depressing pulse...Each time we breathe, we fear that it's our last breath and it will chill us all the way to the void.

Without that fear, we are all as good as dead.

I would never want to live in L.A., and I made that decision years ago, so I never chose that path for myself, although I have much respect for those that do it at a high level.

Thirty days is just about the right amount of time to add a new habit or subtract a habit — like watching the news — from your life.

Uno nods, looks out over his high school football field again. He knows deep down he would never kill himself. He likes being alive. Even if he knows the things that happen to him aren't always good. It doesn't matter. He wants to be alive. And not only that, he wants to see who he is. Like somebody from the outside can.

The feeling it gave me was an odd combination of weightless self-pity and excitement. I understood my life was meaningless, and this knowledge freed me up to accomplish absolutely anything.

But not just alive like I was yesterday and the day before. Alive like I knew I was alive. Like I could feel the breaths coming into my chest. And I knew I was the person inside my own body.

Life, he realized, was a profoundly complicated thing. It was filled with awe and wonder and beauty, but it was also filled with heartbreak and loneliness. Maybe that was what made it so precious. You could never know what to expect next, or who might step into or out of your world. And the truth was that we were all navigating the mystery together.

How weird to think that people were born in different eras, with different adversities. A world war for one generation. Earthquakes and a deadly disease for the next.

Entendía que mi vida no tenía sentido, y ese conocimiento me liberaba de tener que lograr cualquier cosa.

People thought there was this huge chasm between life and death, but really there was nothing. Not when you had a gun. You could end someone in the blink of an eye. With the twitch of a finger. Before you even knew what happened. And the world didn't stop like everyone probably thought it did. It just kept right on spinning. It didn't give a shit about your karma or your act of violence.

It's possible to do everything right and still lose. That's not a weakness. It's life.

For the only time homeostasis fails is when we are no longer alive.

This isn't how I would have chosen my life to turn out at all, but maybe this is my way of fulfilling my life's purpose and trying to raise awareness for these rare diseases that really do actually need it.

Raising it overhead, she stepped over the threshold wearing a smile of total, ecstatic fulfillment. "This is the greatest moment of my life!

Never knock on Death's door ring the bell and run away Death really hates that

Keep your expectations tiny you'll go through life not so whiney.

Advice for a human. 81. You can't find happiness looking for the meaning of life. Meaning is only the third most important thing. It comes after loving and being. 82. If you think something is ugly, look harder. Ugliness is just a failure of seeing.

It was interesting, she mused to herself, how life sometimes simply gave you a whole new perspective by waiting around long enough for you to see it.

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfectly intense or worthwhile lives ultimately felt the same. Acres of disappointment and monotony and hurts and rivalries but with flashes of wonder and beauty. Maybe that was the only meaning that mattered. To be the world, witnessing itself.

To talk about memories is to live them a little.

I want life. I want to read it and write it and feel it and live it. I want, for as much of the time as possible in this blink-of-an-eye existence we have, to feel all that can be felt.