Quotes About Living

The Spirit of the living Christ lives in those who believe and trust in him; demons may not possess such a person.

Gratitude is the attitude that sets the altitude for living!

The joy of following Jesus is the fellowship of living in His strength and knowing His presence as a moment-by-moment reality.

The problem was that whenever I considered "earning a living," I thought mostly about the "earning" and nothing about the "living.

avoid dying a moment before we have to. Given that we expend so much effort staying alive, it might seem strange to think that anyone

There's such a big difference between being dead and alive, I told myself, and the greatest sin a person can do to another is to take away that life. Next to that, all the rules and religions in the world are secondary; mere words and beliefs that people choose to believe and kill and hate by. My life won't be lived that way, and neither, I hope, will my children's.

In the weeks leading up to his arrival by train in Pittsburgh, Alexander Berkman had been obsessed with the escalating drama at Homestead. He was living with his partner and lover, the anarchist Emma Goldman, in the New England factory town of Worcester, Massachusetts. By day the couple earned a living serving sandwiches and scooping ice cream in a small diner. By night, they made love and dreamed of revolution.

he preferslive music to a patron's humdrum spheresIs this permitted? when u are mozart yesHe's living now? As what? a black rock starwhatever that is.

For this reason the rules of an infinite game have a different status from those of a finite game. They are like the grammar of a living language, where those of a finite game are like the rules of debate. In the former case we observe rules as a way of continuing discourse with each other; in the latter we observe rules as a way of bringing the speech of another person to an end.

It was nine o'clock, cloudy, and a little like one of those science fiction movies where a few survivors are clinging to the wreckage, living out their days in the dry husk of civilization.

All stories are ghost stories, about things lost, people, memories, home, passion, youth, about things struggling to be seen, to be accepted by the living.

Compassion is not weakness. Enduring is not living. And belligerence is not strength.

Music is my living. I enjoy selling my music.

Patch of sunlight on a yellow wall. The loneliness that separates every living creature from every other living creature. Sorrow inseparable from joy.

Nitric acid. Lampblack. Furniture, like all living things, acquired marks and scars over the course of time. The effects of time, visible and invisible.

a few hours could change everything – or rather, how strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed.

These people understood- as I did- the back alleys of the soul, whispers and shadows, money slipping from hand to hand, the password, the code, the second self, all the hidden consolations that lifted life above the ordinary and made it worth living.

And yet it was remarkable too how his world limped on without him. Strange, I thought, as I jumped a sheet of water at the curb, how a few hours could change everything—or rather, how strange to find that the present contained such a bright shard of the living past, damaged and eroded but not destroyed.

Little Tamar, forget the long ago. We are here and we are now, and that is all. We are making a new start.

She had known it all the time: I'm so enormously exhausted, so utterly, basically tired, and in fibre of myself, that to know I haven't got to go through with living is like a reprieve. How extraordinary! And every one of these people, with the possible exception of this exuberant young man, is terrified that the machine is going to crash, and yet we all trooped obediently into it. So perhaps we all feel the same way?

He has to perfection, M. le Comte, the art of living his private life with as much public attention as possible.

Some love for a living,' said Lymond. 'And some kill.

Men live, not while they breathe, but while they live well.

True,' replied Wimsey. 'As G. K. C. says, "I'd rather be alive than not".