Quotes About Alive

Really good fiction could have as dark a worldview as it wished, but it'd find a way both to depict this world and to illuminate the possibilities for being alive and human in it. [Q&A with Larry McCaffery, Review of Contemporary Fiction , Summer 1993, Vol. 13.2]

How is it, then, that Infinite Jest still feels so transcendently, electrically alive? Theory one: as a novel about an "entertainment" weaponized to enslave and destroy all who look upon it, Infinite Jest is the first great Internet novel. Yes

To part with money is a sacrifice beyond almost all men endowed with a sense of order. There is scarcely any man alive who does not think himself meritorious for giving his neighbour five pounds.

But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.

Bliss it was in that dawn to be alive But to be young was very heaven.

You must not face it. Because it is a – certainty it has to be forgotten. One cannot – must not – fear a certainty. All we know is this moment, and this moment, Ross, we are alive! We are. We are. The past is over, gone. What is to come doesn't exist yet. That's tomorrow! It's only now that can ever be, at any one moment. And at this moment, now, we are alive – and together. We can't ask more. There isn't any more to ask.

I still experienced some moderate feelings of anxiety—like when you're buried alive.

for no one alive is innocent. Everyone is involved in accumulating points and surviving. Thus, every act of survival is an act of destruction. Every breath destroys universes. We are all murderers.

Adrian. Adrian was alive, and he was at Oden's Ford. And no one had told her these four long years, because they thought she would do something stupid.

was there any point in being alive without helping one another? Was it possible to carry on along through all the years, the decades, through an entire life, without once being brave enough to go against what was there and yet call yourself a Christian, and face yourself in the mirror?

I'm restless and harsh and despairing. Although I do have love inside me. I just don't know how to use love. Sometimes it tears at my flesh, like barbs. If I can hold so much love within me, and nevertheless continue to be uneasy, it's because I need God to come. Come, before it's too late. I'm in danger, as is everyone who's alive.

My mystery is simple: I don't know how to be alive through pain. --That's right. --And don't you know how to be alive through pleasure? --I almost do. That's what I was trying to tell you.

As for that morality of mine, the harsh glory of being alive is horror itself.

Such depth of loneliness cannot be understood or communicated but it can be shared…He resolved if he came out alive to devote himself to good and creative works.

The sadness lives in the recognition that a life cannot matter: Or; as there are billions of live, my sadness is alive alongside the recognition that billions of lives never mattered.

My flesh was burning where the skin was scraped off my knees, and I was afraid that I couldn't be alive anymore with so much pain, and at the same time I knew I was alive because it hurt. I was afraid that death would find its way into me through this open knee and I quickly covered my knee with my hands.

Another man would have trouble imagining it, but he has no trouble. The red of a carpet's ground, the flush of the robin's breast or the chaffinch, the red of a wax seal or the heart of the rose: implanted in his landscape, cered in his inner eye, and caught in the glint of a ruby, in the color of blood, the cardinal is alive and speaking. Look at my face: I am not afraid of any man alive.

My comrades are alive right now!! The Exceeds are alive too!! Whether they've got magic or not, the important thing is that they're alive! These are lives, dammit!

I'm not even a little bit dead.

Have you come to throw yourself on the mercy of the crown? Perhaps you hope the Queen of Elfhame will show leniency.' Madoc barks out a laugh, his gaze going to me. 'Daughter, every time I think you cannot rise any higher, you prove me wrong,' he says. 'And I a fool to wonder if you were even still alive.' 'I am alive,' I say. 'No thanks to you.

Alive or dead, I never cared about him. I only cared for you. If you're sorrowful that he's gone, then I am sorry for that. If you wish he were returned to life so you could kill him again, I recognize that feeling. But perhaps you dispensed justice and are only troubled that justice can be cruel.

While I'm drinking, the phone rings. If you are listening for it, the phone is always ringing at Iris. People call day and night for reservations. Sometimes they're looking for a table for that night. Sometimes it's for a year form now. People are crazy in their planning. How do they know where they will be living next year or if they will even be alive? I'm too superstitious to make plans like that.

There are more American Indians alive today than there were when Columbus arrived or at any other time in history. Does this sound like a record of genocide?

Anti-life, of which the Death Dwarves were a prominent species, were of necessity remarkably difficult to kill, being not quite really alive in the first place.