Quotes About Life

Bu kitap çok özel biri için yaz?ld?…. SENÄ°N Ä°ÇÄ°N" "YaÅŸam?n olduÄŸu yerde umut vard?r." "Hayat bir prova deÄŸil. Atl?kar?ncaya sadece bir kez binme hakk?m?z var." "Günlük koÅŸuÅŸturmalar?n aras?nda biraz nefes alman ve kendini ??martman için. Tüm özel günlerin kutlu olsun

these past few years. They had filled her

You cannot know how many other miracles one sole miracle begets. She was not a savior. She did not confer salvation. She said we were to be the saviors. She said we know God only through each other. That God is not in us, but between us. That we deliver God to each other, like a flame passed from cupped hand to cupped hand. We bring God to life in each other.

The taste of water, the essential, the pure, the necessary, when you are thirsty, first drunk ardently, and then slowly, is the taste of truth itself.

All the elements of the universe -- fire, earth, air and water -- are assembled in a loaf of bread.

Sewing on a button, like avoiding eye contact on the subway, is a basic life skill. Along with How to Windex a Mirror and How to Make English Muffin Pizza, sewing on a button was taught in the seventh grade by Miss Almeida in home ec. But home ec isn't on New York school curricula anymore. Home ec has gone the way of health class, where we learned you COULD get it from a doorknob.

Creo que mis escritores favoritos son los que reconocieron que no podían vivir sin escribir. (...), tipos para los que escribir era tan esencial como el aire y el agua. Escribir o morir intentándolo. Esa forma de pensar coincide conmigo. Por eso estoy aquí.

Un simple clic; no hace falta nada más para cambiar una vida. A veces para mejor. A veces para mucho peor. Pero nunca lo pensamos. Hacemos clic y ya está.

It all scares me, and it's all like clothes in a dryer that just keep rolling around in my head from one day to the next.

There's a hell all right. It's just not where people say it is....It's here. It's life, or it's what we turn life into, I guess. It's like we have to pass through all this painful stuff to get to where we're supposed to be, on the other side.

The Grim Reaper doesn't disappear... he catches up.

I really hope that all librarians aren't like Gladys Morgan. Because I'd really like , at some point, to walk into a library and not be afraid for my life.

Their eyes had seen so much that they no longer distinguished between dream and reality. And they had so few illusions they were through asking questions of anyone, even of themselves.

Les vies n'ont pas de sens en fait, elles vont et viennent souvent comme des tsunamis, avec le même fracas, et elles drainent des débris qui croupissent dans ta tête comme autant de reliques, qui te semblent des trésors et ne tiennent pas la position.

To Mame, conventional thinking and Early American décor are a prison; she advocates total sexual freedom, world travel, and "the feverish excitement of the creative career!" Mame believes that life must be art,

Another thing I like about fishing with maggots is that if left alone they turn into flies. What kind of future is that for them? You have saved them from that particular horror, for which they should thank you copiously.

There was not even any hope for Miss Roach that Mr. Thwaites would ever die.

Death is not the opposite of life but of birth - life is a continuous realm out of which we are born; that (as Plato says) we can dimly remember during our existence; and to which we return when we die - to that totality of life compared to which mortal existence seems but a dreamlike fragment.

However much we wish the soul's path to be straight, upward, and ascending, it is more likely to be meandering, full of regressions, downward turns, and backward glances.

Ideologies can only ever hope to change our lifestyles; it takes soul to change our lives.

Our lives are like a piece of embroidery: on one side, all loose ends, cut threads, and knots; but, turned around at death, a marvelous, coherent picture.

The great pillars of all government and of social life [are] virtue, morality, and religion. This is the armor, my friend, and this alone, that renders us invincible.

My chin is weak. I find it hard to make decisions. For years I had been caught between the two stools of security on the land and rich-scented life on the exotic islands of literature. I wasn't really a writer. I had seen a strange beautiful light on the hills and that was all.

A man innocently dabbles in words and rhymes and finds that it is his life