Quotes About Life

Yesterday I knew I had no future, and that it was impossible for me to accept my life as it is now. And yet today, that same messy life seems full of hope. Potential.

There was an old musician's cliché, about how there were no wrong notes on a piano. But her life was a cacophony of nonsense. A piece that could have gone in wonderful directions, but now went nowhere at all.

The past was just the present that had died and the future would never exist anyway, because by the time we got to it, the future would have turned into the present. The present was all there was. The ever-moving, ever-changing present. And the present was fickle. It could only be caught by letting go.

know? Places are places and memories are memories and life is fucking life.

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.

Olmak istediÄŸim her ÅŸeyi olmam, yaÅŸamak istediÄŸim bütün hayatlar? yaÅŸamam mümkün deÄŸil. Ä°stediÄŸim bütün yetenekleri geliÅŸtirmem mümkün deÄŸil. Ä°stememin nedeni ne peki? Hayat?mda, olas? bütün zihinsel ve fiziksel deneyimlerin her bir rengini, tonunu ve her çeÅŸidini yaÅŸamak istiyorum.

We only need to be one person. We only need to feel one existence. We don't have to do everything in order to be everything, because we are already infinite. While we are alive we always contain a future of multifarious possibility.

Dedicamos tanto tiempo a desear que nuestras vidas sean distintas, a compararnos con otras personas , con otras versiones de nosotros mismos... Cuando realmente todas las vidas tienen cierto grado de cosas buenas y cierto grado de cosas malas

Three simple words containing the power and potential of a multiverse. I AM ALIVE.

I wanted to be dead. No. That's not quite right. I didn't want to be dead. I just didn't want to be alive.

Between life and death there is a library,' she said. 'And within that library, the shelves go on for ever.

There comes a moment in every life when we realise there is no land beyond the ice. There is just more ice. And then the world we know continues again. You sometimes have to look at what you know is there and discover the things right in front of you. The people you love. The time ahead of you is like the land beyond the ice. You can guess what it could be like but you can never know. All you know is the moment you are in.

She didn't tell him that while coal and diamonds are both carbon, coal is too impure to be able, under whatever pressure, to become a diamond. According to science, you start off as coal and you end up as coal. Maybe that was the real-life lesson.

Todo era bonito (y nada dolía).

Ha! The meaning of life. The meaning of life. There is none. People search for external values and meaning in a world which not only can't provide it but is also indifferent to their quest. That's not really Schopenhauer. That's more Kierkegaard via Camus. I'm with them. Trouble is, if you study philosophy and stop believing in a meaning, you start to need medical help.

And I felt an incredible excitement at being able to witness the love reemerge inside her, because it was a total, prime-of-life love. The kind that could only be possible in someone who was going to die at some point in the future, and also someone who had lived enough to know that loving and being loved back was a hard thing to get right, but when you managed it, you could see forever.

You see, doing one thing differently is very often the same as doing everything differently. Actions can't be reversed within a lifetime, however much we try

I had all the chances to make something of my life, and I blew every one of them. Through my own carelessness and misfortune, the world has retreated from me, and so now it makes perfect sense that I should retreat from the world.

THEN ME: I need a reason to stay alive. I need something strong that will keep me here. NOW ME: Okay, okay, give me a minute . . .

The flowers have water.

YaÅŸamla ölüm aras?nda bir kütüphane var dedi. Bu kütüphanedeki raflar sonsuza kadar gider. Her kitap yaÅŸam?? olabileceÄŸin baÅŸka bir hayat? yaÅŸama ÅŸans?n? sunar sana. Farkl? seçimler yapm?? olsan, ÅŸu an nas?l bir hayat?n olaca??n? görürsün... PiÅŸmanl?klar?n? telafi etme ÅŸans?n olsayd?, baz? konularda farkl? davran?r m?yd?n?

Maybe there was no perfect life for her, but somewhere, surely, there was a life worth living.

It is a library of possibility. And death is the opposite of possibility. Understand?

History isn't something you need to bring to life. History already is alive. We are history. History isn't politicians or kings and queens. History is everyone. It is everything.