Quotes About Living

Don't be concerned if it's nothing you can point to and say, 'That is the church.' You are the church. Don't be afraid to live in that reality.

The more spacious and larger our fundamental nature, the more bearable the pains in living.

Ethereal is the true reality, the home from which mankind originated and to which mankind may yet return. The Ethereal is the Forever Realm . . . the final destination. There, and only there, will mankind discover all the senses that are. In Ethereal, living is alive.

What matters is action. Not to think about writing, but to write. Not to think about sailing, but to sail. Not to think about loving, but to love.

Living should be perpetual and universal benediction.

The best education in the world is that got by struggling to get a living.

Life is a gift, living is a surprise.

Three quarters of these people know Instinctively what ought to be The nature of society And how they'd live there if they could. If it were easy to be good, And cheap, and plain as evil, how, We all would be its members now...

Scientific theory is a contrived foothold in the chaos of living phenomena.

The pleasure of living and the pleasure of the orgasm are identical. Extreme orgasm anxiety forms the basis of the general fear of life.

The God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob is a God of the living, who mingles with our acquaintances and colleagues. If we open ourselves to life as the arena of divine self-disclosure, we may find the Lord who undergirds our lives with the certainty of dignity and value at any point in our experience.

Memories are all we get to keep from our experience of living, and the only perspective that we can adopt as we think about our lives is therefore that of the remembering self.

Memories are all we get to keep from our experience of living. The only perspective that we can adopt as we think about our lives is therefore that of the remembering self.

You seem to be devoting your entire vacation to the construction of memories. Perhaps you should put away the camera and enjoy the moment, even if it is not very memorable?

As Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote, "We are always getting ready to live, but never living.

I think there is a new awareness in this 21st century that design is as important to where and how we live as it is for museums, concert halls and civic buildings.

Now, some people will bemoan this fact, wag their fingers in your direction, and tell you sternly that you should live every minute of your life as though it were your last, which only goes to show that some people would spend their final ten minutes giving other people dumb advice. The

Reading offers a kind of companionship that takes no one's place, but that no one can replace either. It offers no definitive explanation of our destiny but links us inextricably to life. Its tiny secret links remind us of how paradoxically happy we are to be alive, while illuminating how tragically absurd life is. So our reasons for reading are as strange as our reasons for living. And no one has the right to call that intimacy into account.

We keep quiet about what we read. Our enjoyment of a book remains a jealously guarded secret. Perhaps because there`s no need to talk, or because it takes time to distill what we've read before we can say anything. Silence is our guarantee of intimacy. We might have finished reading but we`re still living the book.

Time to read is always time stolen. (Like time to write, for that matter, or time to love). Stolen from what? From the tyranny of living.

I would love to work in America. I wouldn't love to live there, but I'd love to experience working there.

The barbarians are at the gates." "The barbarians broke down the gates a long time ago... They're living among us now and devouring our children.

In the narrow application of logic to limited problems some degree of objectivity is perhaps possible. But in the broil of the wider human experience, in deciding what is good and true and beautiful and worth living for in this world, there is so much sheer humanness at work (and there should be, that the claim of cool, rational objectivity is almost laughable.

So they live in a cottage?' said Buster, wrinkling his nose. 'What – like a grandma? Full of doilies and knitting?