Quotes About Life

Our dreams are a second life.

Life is at the bottom of things and belief at the top, while the creative impulse, dwelling in the center, informs all.

In art and dream may you proceed with abandon. In life may you proceed with balance and stealth.

So be we king or be we bum the reed still whistles the heart still hums

Here is joy and neglect. A little mescal. A little jacking off, but mostly just work. —This is how I live, I am thinking.

Thank you, I said. I have lived in my own book. One I never planned to write, recording time backwards and forwards.

I wiped the shit from my shoes again and again, still going about my business, that of being alive, the best I could.

Those things are forbidden, as entreating the angels with prayer. I know that very well, one cannot ask for a life, or two lives. One can only warrant the hope of an increasing potency in each man's heart.

Yesterday's poets are today's detectives. They spend a life sniffing out the hundredth line, wrapping up a case, and limping exhausted into the sunset.

But then everything eventually changes. It's the way of the world. Cycles of death and resurrection, but not always in the way we imagine. For instance, we might all resurrect looking way different, wearing outfits we'd never be caught dead in.

Half-empty paper coffee cups. Half-eaten deli sandwiches. An encrusted soup bowl. Here is joy and neglect. A little mescal. A little jacking off, but mostly just work. —This is how I live, I am thinking.

Beneath the feet of Christ was a skull embellished with the words memento mori. "It means 'Remember we are mortal,' " said Gregory, "but poetry is not." I just nodded. (p. 155)

Kahkahalar. Hayatta kalabilmek için önemli bir malzeme. Ve biz s?k s?k kahkaha atard?k.

One step into a living space and one can sense the centrality of work in a life.

Varför skriver vi? En kör av röster väller fram. För att vi inte bara kan leva.

One cannot approximate truth, add nor take away, for there is no one on earth like the true shepherd and there is nothing in heaven like the suffering of real life.

Hey, sister. What's your situation?" "On earth or in the universe?" He laughed and said, "All right!

Risos. Ingrediente essencial da sobrevivência. E nós ríamos muito.

Inside it he inscribed a few lines of poetry, portraying us as the gypsy and the fool, one creating silence; one listening closely to the silence. In the clanging twirl of our lives, these roles would reverse many times

One step into a living space and one can sense the centrality of work in a life. Half-empty paper coffee cups. Half-eaten deli sandwiches. An encrusted soup bowl. Here is joy and neglect. A little mescal. A little jacking off, but mostly just work. This is how I live, I am thinking.

It occurs to me that the young look beautiful as they sleep and the old, such as myself, look dead.

I did not ask the sign how my husband fared in whatever space was allotted to him in the universe. I did not ask the fate of Sandy. Or Sam. Those things are forbidden, as entreating the angels with prayer. I know that very well, one cannot ask for a life, or two lives. One can only warrant the hope of an increasing potency in each man's heart.

Robert morente, creava il silenzio. Io, destinata alla vita, prestai ascolto a un silenzio che avrebbe richiesto un'esistenza intera per trovare le parole.

My mother was real and her son was real. When he died she buried him. Now she is dead. Mother Courage and her children, my mother and her son. They are all stories now.