Quotes About Embrace

Don't always try to be cool. The whole universe is cool. It's the warm bits that matter.

You have the power to stop time. You do it by kissing. Or listening to music.

She didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

Love now. Love right now. If you have someone to love, do it this instant LOVE FEARLASSLY.

I understand that the way you stop time is by stopping being ruled by it. I am no longer drowning in my past, or fearful of my future. How can I be? The future is you.

Maybe happiness is about what we can give. Maybe happiness is not a butterfly we can catch with a net. Maybe there is no certain way to be happy. Maybe there are only maybes. If (as Emily Dickinson said) "Forever—is composed of Nows—," maybe the nows are made of maybes. Maybe the point of life is to give up certainty and to embrace life's beautiful uncertainty

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed.

Bertrand Russell wrote that 'To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three-parts dead'.

No tienes que entender la vida. Tienes que vivirla. Nada más.

person was like a city. You couldn't let a few less desirable parts put you off the whole. There may be bits you don't like, a few dodgy side streets and suburbs, but the good stuff makes it worthwhile.

To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three-parts dead" Maybe she was just scared of living

For small creatures such as we the vastness is bearable only through love. —CARL SAGAN

Maybe happiness is not about what we can get. Maybe happiness is about what we already have. Maybe happiness is about what we can give. Maybe happiness is not a butterfly we can catch with a net. Maybe there is no certain way to be happy. Maybe there are only maybes. If (as Emily Dickinson said) "Forever—is composed of Nows—," maybe the nows are made of maybes. Maybe the point of life is to give up certainty and to embrace life's beautiful uncertainty.

A happy entanglement of warm limbs and warmer love. A physical and psychological merging that conjured a kind of inner light, a bio-emotional phosphorescence that was overwhelming in its gorgeousness.

But it is not the lives we regret not living that are the real problem. It is the regret itself. It's the regret that makes us shrivel and wither and feel like our own and other people's worst enemy. We can't tell if any of those other versions would have been better or worse. Those lives are happening, it is true, but you are happening as well, and that is the happening we have to focus on.

The things that make you unique are flaws. Imperfections. Embrace them. Don't seek to filter out your human nature.

Ze wilde niet dood. En ze wilde geen ander leven dan haar eigen leven. Het leven dat een rommelige worsteling kon zijn, maar het was háár slordige rommelige worsteling. Een geweldige , rommelige worsteling.

do like you,' said Miika, in his quiet mouse language, 'even though you are not a dairy product.

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn´t reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppresed. She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale.

You don't stop the rain by telling it to stop. Sometimes you just have to let it pour, let it soak you to your skin.

My formula for greatness in a human being is amor fati: that one wants nothing to be different, not forward, not backward, not in all eternity. Not merely bear what is necessary, still less conceal it . . . but love it. Friedrich Nietzsche

She didn't want to die. And she didn't want to live any other life than the one that was hers. The one that could be a messy struggle, but it was her messy struggle. A beautiful messy struggle.

She imagined, now, what it would be like to accept herself completely. Every mistake she had ever made. Every mark on her body. Every dream she hadn't reached or pain she had felt. Every lust or longing she had suppressed. She imagined accepting it all. The way she accepted nature. The way she accepted a glacier or a puffin or the breach of a whale.

Betrand Russell wrote that "To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three-parts dead".