Quotes About Alive

And I panic, a little, for my mother, I want to say: Remember, I never understood her—in a way, I never knew her. All morning I am glad to think of the arachnid, hunting on her own terms, inside the moist crinolines of the arboreal flowers, far from me, free of me, alive, unseen.

He lived so enclosed in himself, he seemed alive not exactly like others, but hibernating

So do I wish I was to be king? That is not a question I ask myself. I ask myself, Would I be a good king? Would I be quick witted and generous of spirit and full of that boundless energy? Or would I be clumsy and stupid and dulled by my own prejudices? I try to be a good man, since I am alive at all, and hope that that teaches me what I would need to know if I was ever faced with a higher challenge.

Stop all your eyes at this time Right now, I'm electric heart

the past was not dead but alive, and important by virtue of the very invisibility of its influence.

I am one of those who has no trouble imagining the sentient lives of trees, of their leaves in some fashion communicating or of the massy trunks and heavy branches knowing it is I who have come, as I always come, each morning, to walk beneath them, glad to be alive and glad to be there.

There are lots of ways to dance and to spin, sometimes it just starts my feet first then my entire body, I am spinning no one can see it but it is happening. I am so glad to be alive, I am so glad to be loving and loved. Even if I were close to the finish, even if I were at my final breath, I would be here to take a stand, bereft of such astonishments, but for them. If I were a Sufi for sure I would be one of the spinning kind.

He was, of course, a piece of the sky. His eyes said so. This is not a face; this is the other part of knowing something, when there is no proof, but neither is there any way toward disbelief. Imagine lifting the lid from a jar and finding it filled not with darkness but with light. Bird was like that. Startling, elegant, alive.

and the heart, if it is still alive, feels something— a yearning for which we have no name but which we may remember, years later, in the darkness, from "A Fox in the Dark

I wanted the past to go away, I wanted to leave it, like another country; I wanted my life to close, and open like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song where it falls down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery; I wanted to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know whoever I was, I was alive for a little while.

if the doors of my heart ever close, I am as good as dead. Every morning, so far, I'm alive.

Tyrannosaurus rex was the largest meat-eating land animal of all time. If it were alive today, it would eat a human in one bite.

then reflected, and the thought made me shiver, that the creature whom I had left in my apartment might still be there, alive, and walking about.

Every time your work is read, you die several deaths for every word, and poetry is like being flayed alive.

In all that ever mattered, you are unchanged. Old? Yes, we must all grow old. Age is nothing but the sum of life. And you are alive, and back with me here. By the great God of heaven, I have you back with me. What should I fear now?

I am sorry that I am alive to feel this misery and horror.

To have the sense of creative activity is the great happiness and the great proof of being alive.

When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind—and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his one expression.

Because they're a bunch of miserable children who struggle to remain alive, desperately and very badly, while I—I don't even notice the burden.

He wanted to think that he was paralyzed. He knew that he was violently alive, that he was forcing the stupor into his muscles and into his mind, because he wished to escape the responsibility of consciousness.

We drilled our drinks onto the checkered-tile floor. And for that moment, at least, I felt like the luckiest man alive.

Reality was a drunk buying a lottery ticket, cashing out to the tune of seventy million dollars, and splitting it with his favorite barmaid. A little girl emerging alive from a well in Texas where she'd been trapped for six days. A college boy falling from a fifth-floor in Cancun and only breaking his wrist. Reality was Ralph.

The goodbyes we speak and the goodbyes we hear are the goodbyes that tell us we're still alive, after all.

T]he world as a Whole has no inclination or leaning … The falling of a leaf from a tree, the flow of a stream, the sound of movement and wind – all these are natural, effortless, wondrous – deeply alive. … Unwilled action over time will produce a pattern on the grass. Willed action will not.