Quotes About Living

Whatever our DNA, it's living and being that make us.

Whatever our DNA, it's living and being that makes us. We have to love, I think - as forthy as that sounds - we have to love to be fully alive, fully human.

Life, he thought, was much too uncertain for some to risk saving the best for last.

Minute by minute, then hour by hour, then day by day. Work is solace, he said, friends are comfort. Life is for the living. You and I know that, even though we spend so much time with the dead - maybe because of that we know we have to live. Chale has been a great help to me. That's good, she said, thinking of the priest she'd suggested Morris talk to. You can ... you know, anytime. Yes. His lips curved. I know. You're work, and a friend, so have been both solace and comfort.

Teaching was never a vocation for me. Certainly I never aspired to teach people how to live. I was what used to be called a scholar. I wrote books about dead people. That was where my heart was. I taught only to make a living.

Esta es la única vida posible. Y la compartimos con los animales, por cierto.

perché siamo qui? - Non so cosa dire. Siamo qui per lo stesso motivo per cui ci sono tutti gli altri. Abbiamo avuto la possibilità di vivere e l'abbiamo accettata. È una gran cosa vivere. La più grande di tutte.

The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other. -Rhage That depends more on your mouth than any floorplan. -Phury

Rhage nodded. "The place is also big enough. We could all live there without killing each other." "That depends more on your mouth than any floor plan," Phury said with a grin.

Too bad the freedom seemed like a prison. As his boots hit the mosaic floor at the bottom of the stairs, John Mellencamp's old-school, bic-lighter anthem echoed in his head-and though he'd always like the song okay, he'd never truly understood what it meant. Kind of wished that were still the case. Life goes on...long after the thrill of living is gone...

Life was short, no matter how many days you were granted. And people were precious, each and every one, no matter how many you were lucky enough to have in your life. And love… love was worth dying for. Worth living for, too.

The fallen angel had given him the best advice. He'd said that there was no right or wrong way to honor the dead. The living could pay their respects in any way they chose. The important thing was that the deceased was sent unto the afterlife on a wave of love.

I believed in a good home, in sane and sound living, in good food, good times, work, faith and hope. I have always believed in these things. It was with some amazement that I realized I was one of the few people in the world who really believed in these things without going around making a dull middle class philosophy out of it. I was suddenly left with nothing in my hands but a handful of crazy stars.

Something, someone, some spirit was pursuing all of us across the desert of life and was bound to catch us before we reached heaven. Naturally, now that I look back on it, this is only death: death will overtake us before heaven. The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death.

And then we'll all go off to sweet life, 'cause now is the time and we all know time!

The truth of the matter is, you die, all you do is die, and yet you live, yes you live, and that's no Harvard lie.

I was amazed by the fact that I was not the only writer living, not the only young man with a locomotive in his chest, and that's a fact, not the only youth with a million hungers and not one of them appeasable, not the only one who is lonely among multitudes, and does not know why.

I wished I could explain it to those I loved, my mother, to Japhy, but there just weren't any words to describe the nothingness and purity of it. Is there a certain and definite teaching to be given to all living creatures? was the question probably asked to beetle browed snowy Dipankara, and his answer was the roaring silence of the diamond.

Dean and I both swayed to the rhythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank traced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives.

Yeah man, you know to me a mountain is a Buddha. Think of the patience, hundreds of thousands of years just sittin there bein perfectly perfectly silent and like praying for all living creatures in that silence and just waitin for us to stop all our frettin and foolin.

Dreaming: the phantom of self-illusion emanating visions that change every night Living: the phantom of universal self-illusion emanating the huge vision of the world that takes millenniums to change

Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running - that's the way to live.

All I want from this book is a living, enough money to make a living, buy a farm and some land, work it, write some more, travel a little, and so on.

Il pouvait à peine placer un mot tellement ça l'excitait de vivre.