Quotes About Life

She shot up like one of the weeds in the barley field and grew tender breast buds.

The rhythms of the household had changed.

You'd have to be dead to be impervious to that rhythm.

Being capable of using violence to defend yourself did not make you a bad person. Being dead because you couldn't did not make you a good one.

A face of many stories, some finished, some beginning.

The briefcase was old, worn and comfortable. It spoke of a real person with a real life, real feelings.

This was the world I belonged to now, this one, where when a living thing died it fed others, where the scents were of mouse drops and sap, not exhaust fumes and cordite, and the air hummed with insects rather than screams and the roar of flame.

The world can be big, and stink, and it hurts if you fall off, but hey, it's worth trying, mostly, and what doesn't kill you…Well, it doesn't kill you.

You have a bright mind but lack subtlety. I could teach you. And life around Edwin will be interesting-oh, very, very interesting, if I'm any judge, which I am-for the next little while. And I've a mind to meet your mother.

She saw more blood in the snow that winter than she had in the whole of her life.

Everything tasted round and ripe. The air was as rich and sweet as cider. Just breathing fed some part of her.

She wrapped her hands around the wooden bowel. This was real. This was stuff of life.

Light is a comfort, a human thing, and it pleases me. It reminds me I'm mortal.

Sometimes I used my fingers, digging down into the rich dirt, feeling it push under my nails. No doubt I'd regret it later, but it was good to feel so much life under my hands.

Stay in the world, she had said, and this was the world I had made.

I know police work and death, I understand the intricacies of diplomacy and the strange sharp angles where performance art and outlaws, tattoos and high society meet and mingle. I also knew what she didn't: that stalking a professional killer is not a game, not a hobby you can learn on the weekend. Not when the stakes are your life.

An intrusive leap, an apparently inexplicable impulse, can save your life or someone else's, but it's rare to find a person who can trust their instincts to that degree. You have to be able to get out of your own way. It's always fascinating to watch.

She could have taken her sexual energy and smoothed it down, but she wanted to let it burn through her, she wanted to enjoy being alive.

Stay in the world, Aud. Stay alive inside. Promise me. Stay alive.

This hand can birth children. This hand can make music. This hand can kill you.

The lives and deaths of characters in stories and poems, however tragic, help us to learn about the world and - if we are brave enough - to change it.

Modern man's misfortune lies not in having to live a mediocre life, but in believing that he could live one that is not mediocre.

Without economic concerns the fool dies from boredom.

Reading is an unsurpassable drug, because more than just the mediocrity of our lives, it allows us to escape the mediocrity of our souls.