Quotes About Life

Sometimes regrets are just....a load of bullshit

Not to be Buddhist about it—okay, to be a little Buddhist about it—life isn't about being pleased with what you are doing, but about what you are being.

But in the end one needs more courage to live than to kill himself.

Per goderci la vita forse dovremmo smettere di pensare a quello che non riusciremo mai a leggere, guardare, dire e fare, e iniziare a pensare a come goderci il mondo all'interno dei nostri limiti. A come vivere in una dimensione umana.

She imagined seeing herself as just another brilliant freak of nature. Just another sentient animal, trying their best. And in doing so, she imagined what it was like to be free. Life and Death and the Quantum Wave Function With Hugo, it wasn't a library.

Also, orgasms, I realized, were an incredibly big deal. It seemed orgasms were the central tenet of life here. Maybe this was the only meaning humans had on this planet. Their purpose was simply to pursue the enlightenment of orgasm. A few seconds of relief from the surrounding dark.

Every second of every day we are entering into a new universe. And we spend so much time wishing our lives were different, comparing ourselves to other people and to other versions of ourselves, when really most lives contain degrees of good and degrees of bad.

So, modern life is, basically, slowly killing the planet. Small wonder that such toxic societies can damage us, too.

There is only the present.

Because, Nora, sometimes the only way to learn is to live." "Sounds hard.

You don't have to understand life. You just have to live it.

This book, this actual book, is set right here, on Earth. It is about the meaning of life and nothing at all. It is about what it takes to kill somebody, and save them. It is about love and dead poets and wholenut peanut butter.

To be part of nature was to be part of the will to live. When you stay too long in a place, you forget just how big an expanse the world is. You got no sense of the length of those longitudes and latitudes. Just as, she supposed, it is hard to have a sense of the vastness inside any one person. But once you sense that vastness, once something reveals it, hope emerges, whether you want it or not, and it clings to you as stubbornly as lichen clings to rock.

I mean, it would have made things a lot easier if we understood there was no way of living that can immunise you against sadness. And that sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness. You can't have one without the other.

just have to close our eyes and savour the taste of the drink in front of us and listen to the song as it plays. We are as completely and utterly alive as we are in any other life and have access to the same emotional spectrum.

I was a human being with human illnesses, which other humans have had—millions and millions of humans—and most of them had either overcome their illnesses or had somehow managed to live with them.

She smiles at me. She clicks the top of her pen. Then clicks it again. Each one is a moment. The first click, the pause between the click, and the second click. The longer you live, the harder it becomes. To grab them. Each little moment as it arrives. To be living in something other than the past or the future. To be actually here.

It's hard to predict, isn't it?' she asked, looking blankly in front of her as she moved a black bishop across the board to take a white pawn. 'The things that will make us happy.

paradox: The things you don't need to live—books, art, cinema, wine, and so on—are the things you need to live.

There was no way of living that could immunize you against sadness. And that sadness is intrinsically part of the fabric of happiness.

she had reached some state of acceptance about life – that if there was a bad experience, there wouldn't only be bad experiences. She realised that she hadn't tried to end her life because she was miserable, but because she had managed to convince herself that there was no way out of her misery

Cities try to shame us into action, as they know stillness is the preserve of the destitute, the dangerous, the dead.

As Emily Dickinson, eternally great poet and occasionally anxious agoraphobe, said: "That it will never come again is what makes life so sweet.

The weird thing about depression is that, even though you might have more suicidal thoughts, the fear of death remains the same. The only difference is that the pain of life has rapidly increased.