Quotes About Life

Creo que moriré de poesía

La primera pregunta de la nocheSe refiere a la vida de ultratumba:Quiero saber si hay vida de ultratumbaNada más que si hay vida de ultratumba

He also told me he'd just written the epitaph for his tomb: LO PEOR YA PASO. PEOR HUMILLACION QUE LA DE EXISTIR NO HAY. THE WORST IS BEHIND. THERE IS NO HUMILIATION WORSE THAN EXISTENCE

Que la vida no es más que una quimera; Una ilusión, un sueño sin orillas, Una pequeña nube pasajera. Vamos

Entre ustedes y yo: El espíritu muere con la muerte.

Tratemos de ser felices, recomiendo yo, chupando la miserable costilla humana. Extraigamos de ella el líquido renovador, Cada cual de acuerdo con sus inclinaciones personales. ¡Aferrémonos a esta piltrafa divina!

Maybe I don't want it to pass because that would mean an acceptance that life is like this: just a gradual process of loss.

Real life is an overrated idea.

You never step into the same river twice,

I wondered: is that the secret of doing deals? Is that the secret of life? If you care less than the other person, then you win. Was that me?

I hate the truth!" "You don't need to like it. It's something we live with, like water or light.

Oh, happiness," said Frieda. "That's not what this is about.

No hace falta estar familiarizado con la muerte para reconocerla.

We desire and love and hate and quarrel and deceive and weep – and in a short while we're gone and our lives leave no trace, and all those tears and all that laughter might never have happened.

As Atul Gawande writes, 'We end up with institutions that address any number of societal goals ... but never the goal that matters to the people who reside in them: how to make life worth living when we're weak and frail and can't fend for ourselves any more.

Contents Beginnings 1. Facing Up 2. Getting Older 3. The Brain, the Mind and the Self 4. Memory and Forgetting 5. The Diagnosis 6. Shame 7. The Carers 8. Connecting through the Arts 9. Home 10. The Later Stages 11. Hospitals 12. At the End 13. Saying Goodbye 14. Death

Death twitches. "Live," he says. "I am coming.

Dementia is a particularly long farewell to the self. With most illnesses, death comes quite swiftly. With dementia, the flicker with which life ends is excruciatingly slowed.

La cosa, si disse, sarebbe passata perché nella vita le cose passano sempre, come in un fiume. Anche quelle difficili che ti sembra impossibile superare, le superi, e in un attimo te le trovi alle spalle. Devi andare avanti. Ti aspettano cose nuove.

Je moet begrijpen dat mensen niet gemaakt zijn om zichzelf toon te stellen, maar om een ruimte te vinden waarin ze in harmonie met de hemel en de aarde kunnen leven.

Je moet die mensen die zeggen dat je je de pleuris moet werken om de goede dingen van het leven te kunnen waarderen, niet geloven. Dat is niet waar. Die willen je naaien. Genot is een religie en het lichaam is de tempel.

They're all dead. They're all dead and they live in holes like this one. And I'm in one too. Everybody. The world's a place full of holes with dead people in them. And the moon's a ball all full of holes too and inside them there are other dead people.

The Lord of the worms comes and goes.

Sono tutti morti. Sono tutti morti e vivono in buchi come questo. E in uno ci sono io. Tutti quanti. Il mondo è un posto pieno di buchi dove dentro ci sono i morti. E anche la luna è una palla tutta piena di buchi e dentro ci sono altri morti.