Quotes About Living

I am life which wants to live admidst of lives that want to live.

I'm not trying to be a spokeswoman for the transgender community; I just want to be looked at as a living, breathing, happy human being.

The future economic success of Silicon Valley will be contingent on whether we have a good quality of life. World-class workers will only want to come to a world-class living environment.

Mississippi gets more than their fair share back in federal money, but who the hell wants to live in Mississippi?

If I don't do what feels right to me, what I need and want to do, then am I really living?

I would prefer not to be living with anyone, really. Like, as much as I care for my special friend, I don't want to live with her.

I guess we all make choices as to how we want to live, right?

I get a lot of action scripts. I get low-budget vehicles that will end up right on the video shelf. I want to do movies that I want to talk about, that I'm proud of, but I also want to make a living.

The spirits, he said, the souls. They are not angry at the living, they just want to help. Helping others is the only way we can prove we still matter.

When those dreams in that unreachable future suddenly rise up around you, how can you not be blinded to their truths? All at once, it is here. All at once, you are living in its very midst. Why then must you seek to pull away? He

Hear them rattle These chains of living Bound to every moment passed Until the wreckage clamours In deafening wake And each stride trails A dirge of the lost. - House of Chains

Yet, when it's done, what is the once-soldier? What does he or she become? An entire future spent walking backward, eyes on the past – its horrors, its losses, its grief, its sheer heart-bursting living?

All breaks in the narrative of living had more to do with the limits of what could be sustained at any one time, the reach of temporary exhaustion. Memory did not let go; it remained the net dragged in one's wake, with all sorts of strange things snarled in the knotted strands.

There is no such place, Destriant. Even in isolation we were assailed – by our own doubts, by all the flavours of grief and despair. You and the Mortal Sword and the Shield Anvil, you have led us back into the living world – we have come from a place of death, but now we shall take our place among the peoples of this world. It is right that we do so.

An unending suicide note cannot but be a proclamation on the worth of living.

Shan slid up beside Cotillion, eyes fixed on Tulas Shorn. A moment later Baran, Rood, Blind, and Gear arrived, padding round the rulers of the Realm of Shadow, and onward to encircle the Tiste Edur. Who held out his hands, as if inviting the beast to draw close. None did. 'They preferred you living, I think', Cotillion observed. 'The dead surrender so much.

Mortality was the realm of deceit; the sordid room of horror hid in the house of the living, its walls crusted and streaked, dark stains on the warped floor. Dust crowded the corners, dust made of skin flakes and snarls of hair, nail clippings and clots of phlegm. Every house had its secret room, where memories howled in the thick silence.

Dying left no details behind, after all. And most certainly, nothing like absolution awaited the fallen. Absolution comes from the living, not the dead, and, as Hedge well knew, it has to be earned

He will behave now as he hopes everyone will someday behave. Because civilization isn't a thing that you build and then there it is, you have it forever. It needs to be built constantly, re-created daily. It vanishes far more quickly than he ever would have thought possible. And if he wishes to live, he must do what he can to prevent the world he wants to live in from fading away. As long as there's war, life is a preventative measure.

It was a silly time to try to make a living out of words, but it was a silly time in general.

Systems are organic, living creations: if people stop working on them and improving them, they die.

It's natural to think that living things must be the handiwork of a designer. But it was also natural to think that the sun went around the earth. Overcoming naive impressions to figure out how things really work is one of humanity's highest callings. [ Can You Believe in God and Evolution? Time Magazine, August 7, 2005 ]

I've been getting into astronomy, so I installed a skylight. The people who live above me are furious.

Live now, die later!