Quotes About Living

We need to live in the now of life, it can't be about how much we suffered yesterday or what we might face tomorrow. It's about today. And today was good Willow in To Dance With Dolphins

A tradition that doesn't have to be an imitation of something but a continuation, a branching out more than anything. One would have to conceive of tradition as something living, something that's continually changing and enriching itself through that change.

Man is born to live, not to prepare for life. Life itself, the phenomenon of life, the gift of life, is so breath-takingly serious!

As it fantasizes, poetry comes across nature. The real, living world is the only project of the imagination which has once succeeded and which still goes on being endlessly successful. Look at it continuing, moment after moment a success. It is still real, still deep, utterly absorbing. It is not something you are disappointed in next morning. It serves the poet as example, even more than a sitter or a model.

E non devi recedere d'un solo briciolo dalla tua persona umana, ma essere vivo, nient'altro che vivo, vivo e nient'altro sino alla fine.

Man is born to live, and not to prepare to live.

Mahoney: You have to live. Mr. Magorium: Darlin'...I have.

Wisdom comes only when you stop looking for it and start living the life the Creator intended for you—Hopi

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content. Nothing more than an empty house, the warm hazy weariness from a day spent setting strawberry runners in the sun, a glass of cool sweet milk, and a shallow dish of blueberries bathed in cream. When one is so tired at the end of a day one must sleep, and at the next dawn there are more strawberry runners to set, and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more...

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

To learn and think; to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.

It's the living, the eating, the sleeping that everyone needs. Ideas don't matter so much after all. My three best friends are Catholic. I can't see their beliefs, but I can see the things they love to do on earth. When you come right down to it, I do believe in the freedom of the individual…

The hardest thing is to live richly in the present without letting it be tainted out of fear for the future or regret for the past.

Now I know how people can live without books, without college. (...)and so one goes on living, near the earth. At times like this I'd call myself a fool to ask for more...

I wonder if art divorced from normal and conventional living is as vital as art combined with living: in a word, would marriage sap my creative energy and annihilate my desire for written and pictorial expression which increases with this depth of unsatisfied emotion ... or would I achieve a fuller expression in art as well as in the creation of children?

I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain.

It all flowed over me with a screaming ache of pain . . . remember, remember, this is now, and now and now. Live it, feel it, cling to it. I don't want to blot the fear out, and blur the edges of living now. I want to become acutely aware of all that I've taken for granted. When you feel that this is the good bye, the last time, it hits you harder.

Life was not to be sitting in hot amorphic leisure in my backyard idly writing or not-writing, as the spirit moved me. It was, instead, running madly, in a crowded schedule, in a squirrel cage of busy people. Working, living, dancing, dreaming, talking, kissing, singing, laughing, learning.

With each breath in, we breathe in life; each exhalation breathes out connection to all living things. There is no part of our lives that is not part of the sacred. "Re-member.

Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?

Where is the Life we lost in living?

Words move, music moves Only in time; but that which is only living Can only die. Words, after speech, reach Into the silence. Only by the form, the pattern, Can words or music reach The stillness...

What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communication Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living.

that which is only living Can only die