Quotes About Life

Buffalo Bills defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what I want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death

lady i swear by all flowers. Don't cry -the best gesture of my brain is less than your eyelids' flutter which says we are for each other: then laugh, leaning back in my arms for life's not a paragraph And death i think is no parenthesis

whiter than lilies which are born and cease for being whiter than this world)

time is a tree(this life one leaf) but love is the sky and i am for you just so long and long enough

god's terrible face,brighter than a spoon, collects the image of one fatal word; so that my life(which liked the sun and moon) resembles something that has not occurred

old age sticks up Keep Off signs)& youth yanks them down(old age cries No Tres)&(pas) youth laughs (sing old age scolds Forbid den Stop Must n't Don't &)youth goes right on gr owing old

here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

the trick of finding what you didn't lose (existing's tricky:but to live's a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left

the trick of finding what you didn't lose (existing's tricky:but to live's a gift) the teachable imposture of always arriving at the place you never left (and i refer to thinking)rests upon a dismal misconception;namely that some neither ape nor angel called a man is measured by his quote eye cue unquote.

death,as men call him,ends what they call men —but beauty is more now than dying's when

You have to go through life with more than just passion for change; you need a strategy. I'll repeat that. I want you to have passion, but you have to have a strategy. Not just awareness, but action. Not just hashtags, but votes. You see, change requires more than righteous anger.

The story was clearly over, as in juggling when the ball you throw up finds the moment to come down, hesitates as if it might not, and then drops at the same speed of that celestial light. And life is no longer good but just what you happen to be holding.

Happiness consists of living in the dailiness of life and not knowing how happy you are. True happiness comes of not knowing you're happy.

I've had very little experience in my life. In fact, I try to avoid experience if I can. Most experience is bad.

Perhaps we all reappear, perhaps all our lives are impositions one on another.

To Morgan, the disfigurement of his monstrous nose was the touch of God upon him, the assurance of mortality. It was the steadiest assurance he had.

Poor Father, I see his final exploration. He arrives at the new place, his hair risen in astonishment, his mouth and eyes dumb. His toe scuffs a soft storm of sand, he kneels and his arms spread in pantomimic celebration, the immigrant, as in every moment of his life, arriving eternally on the shore of his Self.

And so do people pass out of one's life and all you can remember of them is their humanity, a poor fitful thing of no dominion, like your own.

Happiness consists of living in the dailyness of life and not knowing how happy you are. True happiness comes of not knowing you're happy, it's an animal serenity, something between contentment and joy, a steadiness of the belonged self in the world.

I am thus led to the proposition that there is no fiction or nonfiction as we commonly understand the distinction: there is only narrative...A novel is a printed circuit through which flows the force of a reader's own life.

We had a joke, Langley and I: Someone dying asks if there is life after death. Yes, comes the answer, only not yours.

Mi único trauma es la vida.

and his religion no longer had any authority … other than as an organizer of his daily life and conduct as a filing system for his perceptions. From The Waterworks.

A story on the page is like a printed circuit for our lives to flow through, A story told invokes our dim capacity to be alive in bodies not our own. You would want the whole planet in voice and the totality of intimate human narrations composing a hymn to enlightenment if that were possible. In