Quotes About Life

Imagining is a bridge reconciling matter and spirit. Especially when it is done intensely and often. Then the image turns into a drop of matter, and joins the currents of life.

mitologi?, jako zbiór pouczaj?cych opowie?ci, które pomagaj? ?y?

Every Night & every Morn Some to Misery are Born Every Morn & every Night Some are Born to sweet delight, Some are born to Endless Night.

There is only one thing we cannot have—eternal life, and, by God, whence did that concept come into our heads, that idea of being immortal?

think alcohol is worse than other wares? People need to drink, life is hard!

It's a tendency to be sybaritic, to live in a state of mild semiconsciousness, to fritter your life away on petty pleasures, to dislike effort and be devoid of any penchant for competition.

And there remain blades of grass that are succulent and green, as if they have forgotten it's the end of October, and that it freezes at night.

Rzeczywisto?? si? zestarza?a, stetrycza?a, bo przecie? podlega ona zdecydowanie takim samym prawom jak ka?dy ?ywy organizm - starzeje si?. Jej najdrobniejsze sk?adniki - sensy, ulegaj? apoptozie jak komórki cia?a. Apoptoza to ?mier? naturalna, spowodowana zm?czeniem i wyczerpaniem materii.

Everything in here was clean and bright, warm and cosy. What a joy it is in life when you happen to have a clean, warm kitchen.

It's clear that the largest things are contained in the smallest. There can be no doubt about it. At this very moment, as I write, there's a planetary configuration on this table, the entire Cosmos, if you like: a thermometer, a coin, an aluminium spoon and a porcelain cup. A key, a mobile phone, a piece of paper and a pen. And one of my grey hairs, whose atoms preserve the memory of the origins of life, of the cosmic Catastrophe that gave the world its beginning.

The same fate awaits me too, and Oddball, and the Deer outside; one day we shall all be nothing more than corpses.

that the world itself demands to be narrated, and only then does it truly exist, only then can it flourish fully.

Drevesom se zdijo ljudje ve?ni - od nekdaj se sprehajajo v senci lip po Široki cesti, niso ne negibni ne v gibanju. Za drevesa ljudje obstajajo ve?no, toda to je tako, kot da ne bi nikoli obstajali.

Mensen denken dat ze intenser leven dan dieren, dan planten en zeker dan dingen. Dieren vermoeden dat ze intenser leven dan planten en dingen. Planten dromen dat ze intenser leven dan dingen. En dingen duren voort en in dat voortduren zit meer leven dan in al het andere.

Jedni przychodz? na ?wiat na górze, w s?onecznych rejonach, inni na dole, bez ?wiat?a ludzkie grzyby. Wszystko zdarza si? tylko raz i my sami jeste?my jednorazowi. Nie by?o nas, zanim si? urodzili?my, i nie b?dzie nas jak umrzemy. Raj- to cyfrowy sen. Nikt nas nie wybawi, nie naprawi, nie zado??uczyni. Ka?dego dnia stajemy si? jeszcze bardziej bezradni

A to, co wyobra?one, jest pierwszym stadium istnienia.

A man's free to do what he wants with his life, until he falls foul of the banks," Dizzy sermonized with contagious certainty.

This is how she understands it: life on this planet gets developed by some powerful force contained in every atom of organic matter. It's a force there is no physical evidence of, for the time being- you can't catch it on even the most precise microscopic images, nor in photographs of the atomic spectrum.

God, God . . . He's just a good accountant with an eye on the debit as well as the credit column. There has to be a balance. One life is wasted, another is born . . .

Now then, the funeral party. In case you all aint noticed, the first three letters of the word funeral spells fun.

Opening his eyes, gazing at the vastness above, below, and all around, J.D. inquired, "Do you believe in immortality?" as casually as if inquiring if she believed in free trade. "I don't know. Do you?" "I don't know either. I want terribly to believe that there's a chance for such happiness as this to be carried on somehow, somewhere, if not in this life, then in the next.

Myrtle says some men are like that—jealous even of their wives' women friends. Oh, Stephen, why will you try to take the joy out of everything so? Why don't you let me have a little fun in life without all this argument? I get sick to death of it.

We were equals once when we lay new-born babes on our nurse's knees. We will be equal again when they tie up our jaws for the last sleep.

For a little sould that cries oout aloud for continued personal existence for itseld and its beloved, there is no help. For the sould which know itself no more as a unit, but as part of the Universal Unit of which the Beloved also is part; which feels within itself the throb of the Universal Life; for that soul there is not death.