Quotes About Life

The choice we make at the fork in the road can define our very existence. - Lord Deryn Mercant (Circa 1506)

Wybór, — mówimy sobie, — mamy wybór. Tak gÅ'upi potrafiÄ… by? tylko Å›miertelnicy. To tylko loteria — zabawa losu. —Adina Mercant, poeta (ur. 1832, zm. 1901)

Sunshine. That's what she was. Sunshine. Bright. A thing of life. A thing that could burn. And this heart, it beat only for her. It could murder for her. For love. For Sunshine.

Fear is an intruder in your life, child. You must cast him out." -Bebe to Kaia

Twoje podniecenie jest dla mnie jak wibruj?ca wst?ga - wyszepta? jej do ucha zachrypni?tym z emocji g?osem - ale dla innych, to po prostu szum w tle. B?d? skupieni na ich partnerach ?yciowych, kochankach, dzieciach – innych wst?gach. S? ich miliony w ka?dej otaczaj?cej nas chwili. ~In Stroke of Enticement.

Delicious Monster When

I made myself listen to the birds singing squabbles and love songs. Occasionally I heard a war. Sharp mechanical sounds clashed with the nature music. Bells and whistles mashed together in nagging bursts. My new life was calling. I had to get on with it. Body historians, griots of the galaxy, we didn't diddle ourselves in jungle paradises, we inhabited flesh to gather a genealogy of life. We sought the story behind all the stories.

My mom used to say everything happens for a reason and there's no such thing as coincidences. Serendipity, yes; coincidence, no. She always said every event was part of God's tapestry. One side—the side we see as we stumble through life—looks like a confusing mass of interwoven thread, but on the other side—the side God sees— is a radiant, gorgeous work of art.

Life is messy—there's no doubt about it. It's hard . . . and it often sets us back on our heels . . . but that still doesn't mean it isn't glorious. God gave us this glorious life to see what we would do with it . . . and He gave us resilient spirits and a promise to always be with us . . . through every struggle.

Everyone faces tragedy and sadness in life, but God doesn't make bad things happen.

Sadly, that's how life is—the moments are fleeting—in the next breath, they are just memories. And, at the end of our lives, we are left with only that—a collection of memories to warm our hearts, to give us direction, and to offer us a safe haven when the storms of life are overwhelming. But some don't even have that.

Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom. —Psalm 90:12

So often, life isn't what we expect—or want—it to be. I know this isn't the most profound statement, but it's true—shit happens . . . and we just either have to soldier on . . . or not.

But ask the animals, and they will teach you, or the birds in the sky, and they will tell you; or speak to the earth, and it will teach you, or let the fish in the sea inform you. Which of all these does not know that the hand of the LORD has done this? In his hand is the life of every creature and the breath of all mankind.

Great is life, real and mystical, wherever and whoever; Great is death—sure as life holds all parts together, death holds all parts together. Sure as the stars return again after they merge in the light, death is great as life.

My mom used to say everything happens for a reason and there's no such thing as coincidences. Serendipity, yes; coincidence, no. She always said every event was part of God's tapestry. One side—the side we see as we stumble through life—looks like a confusing mass of interwoven thread, but on the other side—the side God sees— is a radiant, gorgeous work of art. And now, I can't help but wonder if there's a reason this happened.

I do believe that if you haven't learnt about sadness, you cannot appreciate happiness.

May today's short moments of joy become treasured memories in the future.

Bobby's death was like if you'd spent nearly twenty years reading a book and were only halfway through when the book got lost or taken away from you. For the rest of your life, all you could do was guess the end.

The Handsome Prince Handbook is mute on the subject of chronic workaholism—Prince Charming, apparently, knew how to delegate—and I didn't know where else to turn for help. What do you do when life begins to go wrong and you've used up all three wishes?

Perhaps it is only when we realize and celebrate the intrinsic value of every human life that celebrity - true celebrity - shines most brightly. On our deathbeds, none of us will speak of the jobs we've held or the stuff we've acquired in our lifetimes; here bull markets and Nielsen ratings are irrelevant. A life-threatening illness jettisons pretension in no time flat. Death is the great equalizer. Death dares us to define what really matters.

A clock only turns one direction

My life feels like a book left out on the porch, and the wind blows the pages faster and faster, turning always toward a new chapter faster than I can stop and read it.

I am my own tapestry, then, made as I could for myself. Some holes in my fabric have been made by others, some torn by chance. Missing threads in the weave represent all those I have loved who died so long before me