Quotes About Living

If you want to live forever you are dreadfully dangerous because you're not living now.

Ahora que no te escribo cuando me voy. Ahora que estoy más vivo de lo que estoy. Ahora que nada es urgente, que todo es presente, que hay pan para hoy. Ahora que no te pido lo que me das. Ahora que no me mido con los demás. Ahora que, todos los cuentos, parecen el cuento de nunca empezar.

Clean. Living. Captain.' 'Yes, Marshal Varuz,' mumbled Jezal. Six hours later he was drunker than shit.

When I'd headed out here on my wedding day, I hadn't realized I'd bought a ticket to my own history, a different one from studying Akh-en-aten and Horizon-of-the-Aten, maybe, but a living, ongoing one.

Della never set foot more than a few paces off the waterfront. A sweet little thing with brassy hair and misty green eyes, she made a living off being shapely and willing, with no other means to support herself. As the town whore, she lived above one of the ramshackle dockside establishments and catered to men coming in off a fishing boat, reeking of the

No hocus-pocus here. Just lots of living; it lends you some wisdom. Which I'm guessing is a trade-off for lost youth.

Time doesn't make a full life. Living your life to the fullest makes it full.

The here and now is all we have, and if we play it right it's all we'll need.

I didn't officially live with him and wasn't officially committed to him. If we were in a proper relationship and I did live with him and was officially committed to him, the first thing I would have to do would be to leave.

I didn't officially live with him and wasn't officially committed to him. If we were in a proper relationship and I did live with him and was officially committed to him, first thing I would have to do would be to leave.

We are always getting ready to live, and never having time enough to live.

She is brave and strong and broken all at once. As she speaks it is as if her existence is no longer real to her in itself, more like a living epitaph to a life that was.

Mais c'est magnifique de souffrir quand on est en bonne santé. C'est un privilège ! Il n'ya que les morts qui ne souffrent plus ! Réjouis-toi, ma belle ! Va, cours, vole, espère, plante-toi, saigne ou festoie, mais vis ! Vis un peu !

We sit in silence, drinking hot chocolate and contemplating the act that death is a monstrous affront to the living and shouldn't be allowed.

Think of life as a terminal illness, because if you do, you will live it with joy and passion, as it ought to be lived.

A life of unremitting caution, without the carefree–or even, occasionally, the careless–may turn out to be half a life.

But now we know there has been no one great disaster—only the slow-motion disaster of capitalism converting every living thing and idea into property.

the very premise of this project takes seriously, rather than simply decries, the intractable imbrication among femininity, the ornamental, and the Oriental, in order to explore the entanglement of living and living-as-thing.

Life is here only to be lived so that we can, through life, earn the right to death, which to me is paradise. Whatever it is that will bring me the reward of paradise, I will do the best I can.

It's a store full of books, which are objects that can be thrown as well as read," Monty replied blandly. The Crow cocked his head. "I had no idea you humans lived with so much danger." Monty

We are debris arrangers. Equipped with what we have inherited, we try to make a life, make a living and make art. We are assemblers. We forge received parts into meaningful compositions. This state of affairs is our plight and our destiny, but it also offers the opportunity to find meaning as well as to find communion with others.

Innovation is made possible by the width and breadth of a person's rummaging around the world, in traffic with the living and the dead. It is by transgressing the boundaries that separate us that we begin to find solutions to the world's present complexities because inclusion and incorporation of "the other" creates the conditions for innovation.

I'm a strange new kind of inbetween thing aren't I not at home with the dead nor with the living

The story concerns the reason why we love to fall in love. Beauty spins and the mind moves. To catch beauty would be to understand how the impertinent stability in vertigo is possible. But no, delight need not reach so far. To be running breathlessly, but not yet arrived, is itself delightful, a suspended moment of living hope.