Quotes About Life

Maybe we should be looking at how we live, and how our minds weren't made for the lives we lead.

Everything in life is uncertain. That is how you know you are existing in the world

Every book provides a chance to try another life you could have lived. To see how things would be if you had made other choices... Would you have done anything different, if you had the chance to undo your regrets?

Every life contains many millions of decisions. Some big, some small. But every time one decision is taken over another, the outcomes differ. An irreversible variation occurs, which in turn leads to further variations. The books are portals to all the lives you could be living.

An increased sexual imagination. (Fear of death often seems to counterbalance itself with thoughts of sex.)

In that life she had a book of Emily Dickinson poems beside her bed and she had a playlist called 'Extreme States of Euphoria' and another one called 'The Glue to Fix Me When I Am Broken'.

But there is no life where you can be in a state of sheer happiness for ever. And imagining there is just breeds more unhappiness in the life you're in.

Maybe that's what all lives were, though. Maybe even the most seemingly perfect 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 the world, witnessing itself.

Because too often our view of success is about some external bullshit idea of achievement – an Olympic medal, the ideal husband, a good salary. And we have all these metrics that we try and reach. When really success isn't something you measure, and life isn't a race you can win.

Remember When we were young enough Not to fear tomorrow Or mourn yesterday And we were just Us And time was just Now And we were in Life Not rising through Like arms in a sleeve Because we had time We had time to breathe

We can move against the current of life, and forever meet resistance, or we can let our thoughts flow, and become the free uncertain river.

wanted to be somewhere he had never been. I wanted somewhere where I didn't have to feel his ghost. But the truth is, it only half-works, you know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

This was all meaningless without love.

Maybe life was automatically better when the sun shone so confidently in April. Everything seemed more vivid, more colourful and alive than it had done in England.

For instance, I find that being grimly aware of mortality can make me steadfastly determined to enjoy life where life can be enjoyed. It makes me value precious moments with my children, and with the woman I love. It adds intensity in bad ways, but also good ways.

Eu sunt tu si tu esti eu. Suntem singuri, insa nu suntem singuri. Suntem prinsi in timp, dar si infiniti. Suntem facuti din carne, dar si din praf de stele.

She didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

In this world of interdependence, opposite emotions are also connected. As William Blake put it "joy and woe are woven fine". I know this because one of the reasons I love life is because I was once suicidal. I have sincerely known moments of content in my life for having gone through years of hell.

Forever, Emily Dickinson said, is composed of nows. But how do you inhabit the now you are in? How do you stop the ghosts of all the other nows from getting in? How, in short, do you live? I am drifting away.

Tragedia e doar comedia care nu a ajuns la indeplinire. Intr-o buna zi vom rade de asta. Vom rade de tot.

No creo que tu problema fuera el pánico escénico. O el miedo a casarte. Creo que tu problema era el miedo a la vida.

Every life contains many millions of decisions. Some big, some small. But every time one decision is taken over another, the outcomes differ. An irreversible variation occurs, which in turn leads to further variations. These books are portals to all the lives you could be living.

Porque, Nora, a veces la única manera de aprender es vivir.

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